
Coincidence?
- I have a friend and, amazingly, we are members of the same golf club.
- Not only that but we live in the same small town in the north of England.
- This is the odd thing; we are playing to the same handicap at the moment, which is almost unbelievable!
- It gets better: we have the same number of letters in our full names. Now what are the chances of that!
- Bizarrely, we were born in the same month of the year.
- We are the same height (within an acceptable margin of error) which is really eerie.
- Our favourite winter sport is rugby union and summer sport, cricket. Spooky!
- We both like fell-walking, bird-watching, classical music and history – astonishing!
- We both drive cars registered in the same year; surely that must be more than coincidence.
- And – this is the clincher – we read the same daily newspaper.
There is only one conclusion: we must be the same person! And to think, in all the years I have known him, I hadn’t realised.
Boltonian said
Coincidence?
- I have a friend and, amazingly, we are members of the same golf club.
- Not only that but we live in the same small town in the north of England.
- This is the odd thing; we are playing to the same handicap at the moment, which is almost unbelievable!
- It gets better: we have the same number of letters in our full names. Now what are the chances of that!
- Bizarrely, we were born in the same month of the year.
- We are the same height (within an acceptable margin of error) which is really eerie.
- Our favourite winter sport is rugby union and summer sport, cricket. Spooky!
- We both like fell-walking, bird-watching, classical music and history – astonishing!
- We both drive cars registered in the same year; surely that must be more than coincidence.
- And – this is the clincher – we read the same daily newspaper.
There is only one conclusion: we must be the same person! And to think, in all the years I have known him, I hadn’t realised.
So, you’re telling us every time you see plagiarism, you’re going to say, there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just coincidental?

Steefen said
Boltonian said
Coincidence?
- I have a friend and, amazingly, we are members of the same golf club.
- Not only that but we live in the same small town in the north of England.
- This is the odd thing; we are playing to the same handicap at the moment, which is almost unbelievable!
- It gets better: we have the same number of letters in our full names. Now what are the chances of that!
- Bizarrely, we were born in the same month of the year.
- We are the same height (within an acceptable margin of error) which is really eerie.
- Our favourite winter sport is rugby union and summer sport, cricket. Spooky!
- We both like fell-walking, bird-watching, classical music and history – astonishing!
- We both drive cars registered in the same year; surely that must be more than coincidence.
- And – this is the clincher – we read the same daily newspaper.
There is only one conclusion: we must be the same person! And to think, in all the years I have known him, I hadn’t realised.
So, you’re telling us every time you see plagiarism, you’re going to say, there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just coincidental?
No, what I am saying is that we are inveterate pattern-recognisers and see similarities everywhere (for some very good evolutionary reasons) but if you look carefully, there are no patterns. If I did the same exercise in a slightly different way I would find thousands of ways that my friend and I differ. Just because there are SOME similarities does not mean that one was copied from the other.
Matthew and Luke used Markan material.
We do not say it is a coincidence that Markan material is in Matthew and Luke.
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You are in error to think Christianity (the worship of a Temple Judaism preacher) settled in Rome at the end of the first century after Rome won the First Jewish Roman War. Rome knew who their war heroes were: Julius Caesar, Vespasian, Titus, and by association, Domitian.
Your counter-claim of coincidence is insufficient for the case being made.
Appian of Alexandria (c.95-c.165): one of the most underestimated of all Greek historians, author of a Roman History. The part on the Roman Civil Wars survives in its entirety while substantial parts of the remainder survive as well.
Julius Caesar was murdered on 15 March 44 BCE and the funeral ceremony took place a few days later. The body was exposed and Marc Antony, as consul Caesar’s colleague, was to deliver a funeral oration. It is not known what he said, but the result was that the Roman masses became very angry with Caesar’s murderers, burned down their houses, and made them flee from the city they had wanted to liberate.
The Greek historian Appian of Alexandria (c.95-c.165) has included several speeches in his History of the Civil Wars, all of them being own compositions (2.101). However, the speech of Antony is not a composition, but a report of what was said. It is a tempting idea that Appian’s account is an accurate rendering of the words that were spoken during Caesar’s burial.
The translation was made by John Carter.
[2.143] When [Caesar’s father-in-law] Piso brought Caesar’s body into the Forum, a huge number of armed men gathered to guard it. It was laid with lavish pomp and cries of mourning on the rostra,note whereupon wailing and lamentation arose again for a long time, and the armed men clashed their weapons, and very soon people began to change their minds about the amnesty.note Then Marc Antony, seeing their state of mind, did not give up hope. He had been chosen to deliver the funeral oration as a consul for a consul, a friend for a friend, and a kinsman for a kinsman (being related to Caesar through his mother), and so he again pursued his tactic and spoke as follows.
[2.144] “It is not right, my fellow-citizens, for the funeral oration in praise of so great a man to be delivered by me, a single individual, instead of by his whole country. The honors that all of you alike, first Senate and then People, decreed for him in admiration of his qualities when he was still alive, these I shall read aloud and regard my voice as being not mine, but yours.”
He then read them out with a proud and thunderous expression on his face, emphasizing each with his voice and stressing particularly the terms with which they had sanctified him, calling him “sacrosanct”, “inviolate”, “father of his country”, “benefactor”, or “leader”, as they had done in no other case. As he came to each of these Antony turned and made a gesture with his hand towards the body of Caesar, comparing the deed with the word.
He also made a few brief comments on each, with a mixture of pity and indignation. Where the decree said “Father of his country”, he commented “This is a proof of his mercy”, and where it said “Sacrosanct and inviolate” and “Whoever shall take refuge with him shall also be unharmed”, he said “The victim is not some other person seeking refuge with him, but the sacrosanct and inviolate Caesar himself, who did not snatch these honors by force like a despot, indeed did not even ask for them. Evidently we are the most unfree of people because we give such things unasked to those who do not deserve them. But you, my loyal citizens, by showing him such honor at this moment, although he is no more, are defending us against the accusation of having lost our freedom.”
[2.145] And again he read out the oaths, by which they all undertook to protect Caesar and Caesar’s person with all their might, and if anyone should conspire against him, those who failed to defend him were to be accursed. At this point he raised his voice very loud, stretched his hand out towards the Capitol, and said, “O Jupiter, god of our ancestors, and ye other gods, for my own part I am prepared to defend Caesar according to my oath and the terms of the curse I called down on myself, but since it is the view of my equals that what we have decided will be for the best, I pray that it is for the best.”
Noises of protest came from the Senate at this remark, which was very plainly directed at them. Antony calmed them down, saying by way of retractation, “It seems, fellow-citizens, that what has happened is the work not of any man, but of some spirit. We must attend to the present instead of the past, because our future, and indeed our present, is poised on a knife-edge above great dangers and we risk being dragged back into our previous state of civil war, with the complete extinction of our city’s remaining noble families. Let us then conduct this sacrosanct person to join the blest, and sing over him the customary hymn and dirge.”
[2.146] So saying he hitched up his clothing like a man possessed, and girded himself so that he could easily use his hands. He then stood close to the bier as though he were on stage, bending over it and straightening up again, and first of all chanted praise to Caesar as a heavenly deity, raising his hands in witness of Caesar’s divine birth and at the same tune rapidly reciting his campaigns and battles and victories, and the peoples he had brought under his country’s rule, and the spoils he had sent home. He presented each as a marvel and constantly cried “This man alone emerged victorious over all those who did battle with him.”
“And you”, he said, “were also the only man to avenge the violence offered to your country 300 years ago,note by bringing to their knees the savage peoples who were the only ones ever to break in to Rome and set fire to it.”
In this inspired frenzy he said much else, altering his voice from clarion-clear to dirge-like, grieving for Caesar as for a friend who had suffered injustice, weeping, and vowing that he desired to give his life for Caesar’s. Then, swept very easily on to passionate emotion, he stripped the clothes from Caesar’s body, raised them on a pole and waved them about, rent as they were by the stabs and befouled with the dictator’s blood. At this the people, like a chorus, joined him in the most sorrowful lamentation and after this expression of emotion were again filled with anger.
After the speech, other dirges accompanied by singing were chanted over the dead by choirs in the customary Roman manner, and they again recited his achievements and his fate. Somewhere in the lament Caesar himself was supposed to mention by name those of his enemies he had helped, and referring to his murderers said as if in wonder,
To think that I actually saved the lives of these men who were to kill me.note
Then the people could stand it no longer. They considered it monstrous that all the murderers, who with the sole exception of Decimus [Junius Brutus] had been taken prisoner as partisans of Pompey, had formed the conspiracy when instead of being punished they had been promoted to magistracies, provincial governorships, and military commands, and that Decimus had even been thought worthy of adoption as Caesar’s son.
[2.147] When the crowd were in this state, and near to violence, someone raised above the bier a wax effigy of Caesar – the body itself, lying on its back on the bier, not being visible. The effigy was turned in every direction, by a mechanical device, and twenty-three wounds could be seen, savagely inflicted on every part of the body and on the face. This sight seemed so pitiful to the people that they could bear it no longer. Howling and lamenting, they surrounded the senate-house, where Caesar had been killed,note and burnt it down, and hurried about hunting for the murderers, who had slipped away some time previously.
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During a Catholic procession, an effigy of Jesus and what killed him is high on a pole, visible for all to see.
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