That ‘peccavi’ telegram and a nice compliment

Nigel Webb sent me a link to a Guardian restaurant review, for the sake of the Latin in it (both correct and mistaken). It’s a rave review, by the way. You’ll have to book ahead from now on, I guess.

But Nigel’s email is so kind that I can’t resist quoting it in full:

“Hi David

Thought you might be interested in a restaurant review from Saturday’s Guardian where Matthew Norman displays his little Latin – and makes a tremendous hash of updating Napier’s famous ‘Peccavi’ telegram.

Oneravim? Oneratus sum, surely.


Nigel Webb

PS I think your ARLT site is one of the best things on the net. Thanks for keeping us up to date on everything Classical.”

Address Sprigg’s Alley, Chinnor, Oxon
Telephone 01494 483011
Open Lunch, Tues-Sun, noon-2.30pm (3.30pm Sun); dinner, Tues-Sat, 7-9.30pm (last orders)

In an age when imperial warriors were better educated, if not better intentioned, than they are today, a Victorian warrior made a pun at which all future generations of Latin pupils were obliged to affect mild amusement. On capturing the Indian (now Pakistani) province of Sindh in 1843, Sir Charles Napier reported his triumph back to London with the single word “Peccavi”, meaning “I have sinned”.

OK, so no one will be rushing off to Boots for a ribcage repair kit, but that’s a shade cuter than “mission accomplished”. (By the way, should any US special forces on the verge of capturing Ossie BL be reading this, “oneravim” is the Latin for “I have been laden”.) And it’s not Napier’s sole contribution to British culture, because the old boy has also given his name to a restaurant that, as the mark over to the right indicates, did not sin in the minutest detail during a lunch of such superlative quality, and at such dementedly small cost, that credulity was stretched until it squealed for mercy.


Then again, and all in all, this was not merely the best value meal either of us have had, but among the best regardless of cost. Just like the Latin tense deployed by the conqueror of Sindh, it was perfect. Or, put another way, impeccable.

On Trier and the Moselle

Stars and Stripes

I copy this because it’s a part of the Roman world I really love, and if other people are helped to enjoy it, I shall be very glad. It’s what David Meadows calls ‘a touristy thing’. Go to the original page for several nice pictures.

Want a taste of ancient Rome? Make tracks for Germany’s Trier

In 1993, an amateur archaeologist unearthed more than 2,500 Roman gold coins — worth an estimated $3.25 million — from the rubble of a parking garage construction site in Trier, Germany.

A shovel, though, isn’t needed to find the many treasures in Trier, a city on the Moselle River that was once part of the vast Roman Empire. You just have to know where to look.

One of the best places to start is the Rheinisches Landesmuseum, which displays the coins. The museum, founded in 1877, houses many Roman antiquities built when the city was called Augusta Treverorum. The Latin name tongue-tied its later conquerors, and so it was shortened to Treves and finally to Trier.

The museum has a detailed model of the city as it looked under the Romans to help orient visitors and get them started on discovering the city.

The Romans ruled Trier from 30 B.C. to A.D. 489. The city’s Celtic people eagerly fashioned themselves after the Romans, wearing togas and sculpting monuments studded with figures from Roman mythology. A copy of one of these grave-site monoliths stands in the courtyard of the museum, its panels depicting the operations of a shipping company.

“It was advertising for the business,” said Frank Unruh, the museum’s resident archaeologist and historian. “They were very pragmatic.”

One of the museum’s more famous pieces is a sandstone sculpture of a Roman boat loaded with wine casks; it is called the “Wine Ship of Neumagen,” named for a town on the river, and is believed to have marked the tomb of a Roman wine dealer from around 220. The Romans brought grapevines to the banks of the Moselle and some of today’s vineyards can be traced to that time.

The museum is not the only place to see remnants of the Romans. Their sturdy buildings were meant to last, and some are still easily viewed on the streets of Trier. One such building is the fourth-century Basilica of Constantine. At 221 feet long with a ceiling that juts 100 feet into the air, it stands as the largest surviving single-room structure from Roman times.

Worshipers now pray within its cavernous hall, but the emperor originally used it as a throne room, astounding guests with its lavishly painted walls and sheer size. Besides the basilica, an amphitheater lies on the outskirts of the city, and a Roman bridge still carries traffic across the river.

The most famous Roman site, though, is the Porta Nigra, which is the largest Roman city gate north of the Alps. It was given its name, which means “Black Gate,” in the Middle Ages because of the gray sandstone used to construct it. Now, its façade is stained black from the exhaust of passing vehicles, and the name seems even more apt.

The Porta Nigra was among four gates that granted entrance to the ancient city. Now, it opens up on a street lined with cafes — delectable treats in their windows — and other shops. This shopping district runs for about two blocks, ending at the house where Karl Marx was born. The house has been converted into a museum, filled with information about his life and works.

But the author of “Das Kapital,” a critique of capitalism, might not like the gift shop. Inside, his face hawks everything from plates to T-shirts — even wine with his mug can be bought for about 7.20 euros.