It was August of410 A.D. The Emperor of Rome, Honorius, was resting on the patio of his marble residence in Ravenna, when a runner rushed to his quarters and breathed out:
“Rome fell, my Emperor!”
“How that can be?” jumped Honorius and looked at the runner with horror, “I’ve finished feeding him only a moment ago.”The Emperor was referring to his pet chicken, which, upon a fast check appeared to be well and happy. It was another Rome which was not so well, sacked by Visigoths, ravished and burned. 

A great psychologist Carl Jung once Wrote:

We wholly overlook the essential fact that the achievements which society rewards
are won at the cost of diminution of personality. (C. Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul)

I agree, we totally overlooked that. We also may expand this claim that people without personality are overachievers per se. But for the same reason they can’t be rewarded any further, so most of them must remain under the radar of public accolade. And, furthermore, when society imposes a punishment, and that can be viewed as a negative reward, the personality of a rewarded becomes notably enhanced commensurate to the time to be served and custody level.

 I finished to read Lars Kepler, all three thrillers of theirs. And I didn’t make a mistake when I said theirs: Lars Kepler is a literary pseudonym of a couple: Alexandra and Alexander Abndorilj. If I like an author I tend to read everything written by him (or her) in a row, and I found that Lars Kepler is the one (or two). 
I  read Kepler's second novel, The Nightmare, and I was going through the description of a library, which belonged to one of the main characters, Penelope Fernandez. Among the books is Marx’s Das Kapital. And I nod to it: as it happens, my main character, Melor Krantz, also had Das Kapital in his library.

I've developed a quite scientifically-looking theory on the subject of spontaneous human combustion (SHC), which I’ve put into the pretty head of Dr. Sabina Spitzyn, a scientist in residence from a strange house on Proudhon 38. One of my three novels in waiting for better times, and Proudhon 38 fits 100% into the fantasy genre. So, according to Dr. Spitzyn, spontaneous human combustion is ... not a combustion at all. This is just a misnomer.