“The method of execution he preferred was to inflict numerous small wounds; and his familiar order: "Make him feel that he is dying!" soon became proverbial.”

— Sueton , book The Twelve Caesars

Source: The Twelve Caesars, Gaius Caligula, Ch. 30

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Non temere in quemquam nisi crebris et minutis ictibus animadverti passus est, perpetuo notoque iam praecepto: "Ita feri ut se mori sentiat."

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