I was midway through antibiotics, so I hope to goodness not to have given the crud to anybody, but this was the last day for the exhibit: they had brought even a half dozen of the ash-casted citizens from Pompeii, as well as small artifacts ranging from jewelry to plumbing parts, valves, sculptures, wall paintings—just a wonderful tour first of the everyday life in one of Rome’s bawdier cities (it was a resort town and seaport) and then, upstairs, the eruption event of 79 AD.

Quite the experience. I was glad to see so much accurate historical information (in direct opposition to the nonsense DIscovery channel puts out) —the only thing they got wrong was the notion that the Romans had no word for volcano. They certainly did. Several of them. They called them the Phlegraean Fields, Vesuvius, Aetna, and Strongyle. Each one behaved differently, from poison gas (the Fields) to smokers (Vesuvius) and the bomb throwers (Aetna, etc.) They called the fields a mouth of hell, and the rest they said were the domain of Vulcan, god of fire. SO they didn’t have one word for volcano—they just indicated the one they meant. They didn’t see them as all the same because they weren’t. And aren’t. Educated Romans didn’t really believe there was a literal muscular guy hammering out Jupiter’s lightning bolts at the heart of Aetna. They did believe there was a creative force they called Vulcan that reshaped the earth and threw things and if you were in bad with the gods they might hit you, but they weren’t highly literal in their concept, not really wedded to the idea of an actual divine blacksmith you could talk to. You just tried to keep those force of nature happy with you: the naive part of their belief was that you could jolly the old smith into not having a temper tantrum: keep the gods well-fed and quiet, was their notion.