Despite me they make the place a hornets' nest.

Far rather would I govern Scythians or savage Britons than these people who are never at peace about God.

Right now there is a man up to the north, a fisherman turned preacher, and miracle-worker, who as well as not may soon have all the country by the ears and my recall on its way from Rome." This was the first I had heard of the man called Jesus, and I little remarked it at the time.

Not until afterward did I remember him, when the little summer cloud had become a full-fledged thunderstorm.
"I have had report of him," Pilate went on.

"He is not political.