A marketplace fable set in the Romano-Greco-Phoenician city of Tyre during the reign of the Emperor Nerva The other day in the marketplace, who should I come across but Teutamus the haranguer. Doing what, you ask? Haranguing, as usual. Standing with his back to the lighthouse, on that plank-and-tile platform he sets up on the Sidon side of the harbour steps, apostrophising all and sundry. With more success than most days, judging by the scores of people listening. Not that he gives you much choice. Even where I was, near the date-sellers’ stalls on the Gaza side, I could hear…