Spartacus was angry: he called the other gladiators. ‘I often
fight,’ he said, ‘you often fight: we often cry; we are always
afraid. We have bad food, no wine. We are tired. We never
laugh, we are never happy. But the master is happy! The master is able to eat good food; the master is also able to drink wine. The master is not tired. The master is not afraid. I want to kill the master; I want to escape!