The culmination of Trimalchio’s morbid desire for a prehumous taste of posthumous flattery is his staging of a mock-wake: “Pretend I’m dead and say something nice,” he bids his guests, adopting an appropriate position.

[…] a mirror may have picturesque beauty; but it is only from it's reflections. In an unreflecting state, it is insipid.

The Carmelite scapulars held by the putto and young male saint on the right indicate that the altarpiece was intended for a church of the Carmelite order.

Common Lisp provides a facility for exiting from a complex process in a non-local, dynamically scoped manner.