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diff --git a/5225-h/5225-h.htm b/5225-h/5225-h.htm index 3b12092..41ff149 100644 --- a/5225-h/5225-h.htm +++ b/5225-h/5225-h.htm @@ -1,18 +1,11 @@ -<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?> - -<!DOCTYPE html - PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" - "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd" > - -<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> <head> - <title> - THE SATYRICON, Complete - </title> - <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" /> - <style type="text/css" xml:space="preserve"> - - body { margin:5%; background:#faebd7; text-align:justify} + <meta charset="utf-8"> + <title>The Satyricon, Complete | Project Gutenberg</title> + <link rel="coverpage" href="images/cover.jpg" > + <style> + body { margin:5%; text-align:justify} P { text-indent: 2em; margin-top: .25em; margin-bottom: .25em; } H1,H2,H3,H4,H5,H6 { text-align: center; margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%; } hr { width: 50%; text-align: center;} @@ -27,60 +20,23 @@ </style> </head> <body> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 5225 ***</div> <h2> THE SATYRICON OF PETRONIUS ARBITER </h2> -<pre xml:space="preserve"> - -The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Satyricon, Complete, by Petronius Arbiter - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: The Satyricon, Complete - -Author: Petronius Arbiter - -Release Date: October 31, 2006 [EBook #5225] -[Last updated: February 18, 2021] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SATYRICON, COMPLETE *** - - - -Produced by David Widger - - - - - -</pre> - - - <hr /> - <p> - <br /><br /><br /> - </p> <h1> - <a name="linkPREFACE" id="linkPREFACE">THE SATYRICON OF</a> <br /> + <a id="linkPREFACE">THE SATYRICON OF</a> <br > PETRONIUS ARBITER </h1> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <a name="linkbookspine" id="linkbookspine"></a> + <br > <br > <br > <br > <a id="linkbookspine"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="bookspine.jpg (92K)" src="images/bookspine.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="bookspine.jpg (92K)" src="images/bookspine.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> @@ -90,13 +46,13 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <a name="linkpfront" id="linkpfront"></a> + <br > <br > <br > <br > <a id="linkpfront"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="pfront.jpg (108K)" src="images/pfront.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="pfront.jpg (108K)" src="images/pfront.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <h2> PREFACE @@ -157,13 +113,13 @@ Produced by David Widger would have drawn Trimalchio and his peers to admiration. </p> <p> - W. C. F. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + W. C. F. <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <h2> CONTENTS: </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <h4> <a href="#linkPREFACE">PREFACE</a> @@ -216,7 +172,7 @@ Produced by David Widger <a href="#linkCHAPTER_NOTES">CHAPTER NOTES</a> </h5> <p> - <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > </p> <h5> <a href="#linkCh9">9 Gladiator obscene</a> @@ -265,7 +221,7 @@ Produced by David Widger </h5> </blockquote> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <h4> <a href="#linkSIX_NOTES_BY_MARCHENA">SIX NOTES BY MARCHENA</a> @@ -297,52 +253,52 @@ Produced by David Widger <a href="#linkBIBLIOGRAPHY">BIBLIOGRAPHY</a> </h4> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <h2> ILLUSTRATIONS: </h2> <blockquote> <p> - <br /><a href="#linkpfront">The Witches [Frontpiece]</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp006">An Extemporary Declamation</a> <br /><a href="#linkp010">An - Old Herb Woman</a> <br /><a href="#linkp012">Hurrying to the Inn</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp020">Making Off</a> <br /><a href="#linkp024">Tryphena</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp044">The Holy Mysteries</a> <br /><a href="#linkp046">Quartilla</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp048">Psyche</a> <br /><a href="#linkp050">The - Catamite</a> <br /><a href="#linkp052">The Debauch</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp054">The Drunkards</a> <br /><a href="#linkp056">Quartilla - and Giton</a> <br /><a href="#linkp058">The Chink in the Door</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp062">Pannychis</a> <br /><a href="#linkp066">The Procession</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp070">The Guilty Slave</a> <br /><a href="#linkp080">Fortunata</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp090">Encolpius</a> <br /><a href="#linkp116">The Rope - Dancers</a> <br /><a href="#linkp130">The Homerists</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp144">The Entry of Habinnas</a> <br /><a href="#linkp148">Fortunata - and Habinnas</a> <br /><a href="#linkp154">Fortunata Dancing</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp162">The Bath</a> <br /><a href="#linkp164">The Disturbance</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp176">Giton</a> <br /><a href="#linkp182">The - Tell-tale Shoes</a> <br /><a href="#linkp186">Eumolpus</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp200">Eumolpus Stoned</a> <br /><a href="#linkp212">The - Inn-Keeper</a> <br /><a href="#linkp214">The Fight at the Inn</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp222">The Embarkation</a> <br /><a href="#linkp248">The Fight</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp252">Eumolpus Reciting</a> <br /><a href="#linkp258">The - Ephesian Matron</a> <br /><a href="#linkp268">The Rescue of Tryphena</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp278">Corax</a> <br /><a href="#linkp306">Chrysis</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp310">Circe</a> <br /><a href="#linkp314">Circe and - Encolpius</a> <br /><a href="#linkp322">Circe Enraged</a> <br /><a - href="#linkp330">The Priestess’ Revenge</a> <br /><a href="#linkp334">Proselenos</a> - <br /><a href="#linkp342">Encolpius Beaten</a> <br /><a href="#linkp350">Encolpius - and Chrysis</a> <br /><a href="#linkp360">On the Road</a> + <br ><a href="#linkpfront">The Witches [Frontpiece]</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp006">An Extemporary Declamation</a> <br ><a href="#linkp010">An + Old Herb Woman</a> <br ><a href="#linkp012">Hurrying to the Inn</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp020">Making Off</a> <br ><a href="#linkp024">Tryphena</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp044">The Holy Mysteries</a> <br ><a href="#linkp046">Quartilla</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp048">Psyche</a> <br ><a href="#linkp050">The + Catamite</a> <br ><a href="#linkp052">The Debauch</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp054">The Drunkards</a> <br ><a href="#linkp056">Quartilla + and Giton</a> <br ><a href="#linkp058">The Chink in the Door</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp062">Pannychis</a> <br ><a href="#linkp066">The Procession</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp070">The Guilty Slave</a> <br ><a href="#linkp080">Fortunata</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp090">Encolpius</a> <br ><a href="#linkp116">The Rope + Dancers</a> <br ><a href="#linkp130">The Homerists</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp144">The Entry of Habinnas</a> <br ><a href="#linkp148">Fortunata + and Habinnas</a> <br ><a href="#linkp154">Fortunata Dancing</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp162">The Bath</a> <br ><a href="#linkp164">The Disturbance</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp176">Giton</a> <br ><a href="#linkp182">The + Tell-tale Shoes</a> <br ><a href="#linkp186">Eumolpus</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp200">Eumolpus Stoned</a> <br ><a href="#linkp212">The + Inn-Keeper</a> <br ><a href="#linkp214">The Fight at the Inn</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp222">The Embarkation</a> <br ><a href="#linkp248">The Fight</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp252">Eumolpus Reciting</a> <br ><a href="#linkp258">The + Ephesian Matron</a> <br ><a href="#linkp268">The Rescue of Tryphena</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp278">Corax</a> <br ><a href="#linkp306">Chrysis</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp310">Circe</a> <br ><a href="#linkp314">Circe and + Encolpius</a> <br ><a href="#linkp322">Circe Enraged</a> <br ><a + href="#linkp330">The Priestess’ Revenge</a> <br ><a href="#linkp334">Proselenos</a> + <br ><a href="#linkp342">Encolpius Beaten</a> <br ><a href="#linkp350">Encolpius + and Chrysis</a> <br ><a href="#linkp360">On the Road</a> </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkINTRODUCTION" id="linkINTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION. + <a id="linkINTRODUCTION"></a>INTRODUCTION. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Of the many masterpieces which classical antiquity has bequeathed to @@ -371,7 +327,7 @@ Produced by David Widger value of the Satyricon, and contribute, in some degree, to a better understanding of the author. For the sake of convenience the questions discussed in this introduction will be arranged in the following order: - <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> @@ -408,19 +364,19 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <h2> I </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <h3> THE SATYRICON. </h3> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Heinsius and Scaliger derive the word from the Greek, whence comes our @@ -451,19 +407,19 @@ Produced by David Widger Sixteen. The discomfiture of Eumolpus should have closed this book but not the entire work, as the exit of the two principal characters is not fixed at the time our fragments come to an end. The original work, then, would - probably have exceeded Tom Jones in length. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + probably have exceeded Tom Jones in length. <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <h2> II </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <h3> - <a name="linkTHE_AUTHOR" id="linkTHE_AUTHOR"></a>THE AUTHOR. + <a id="linkTHE_AUTHOR"></a>THE AUTHOR. </h3> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> <b>a--</b>"Not often,” says Studer (Rheinisches Museum, 1843), “has there @@ -563,19 +519,19 @@ Produced by David Widger bracketing Cumis, has not taken this sufficiently into consideration. Mommsen, in an excellent paper (Hermes, 1878), has laid the scene at Cumae. His logic is almost unanswerable, and the consensus of opinion is - in favor of the latter town. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> + in favor of the latter town. <br > <br > <br > <br > </p> <h2> III </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <h3> - <a name="linkREALISM" id="linkREALISM"></a>REALISM. + <a id="linkREALISM"></a>REALISM. </h3> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Realism, as we are concerned with it, may be defined as the literary @@ -654,19 +610,19 @@ Produced by David Widger frequently to this that the failure of a novel is due, although the critic might be at a loss to explain it. Petronius lies behind Tristram Shandy, his influence can be detected in Smollett, and even Fielding paid tribute - to him. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + to him. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> IV </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <h3> - <a name="linkFORGERIES" id="linkFORGERIES"></a>FORGERIES OF PETRONIUS. + <a id="linkFORGERIES"></a>FORGERIES OF PETRONIUS. </h3> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> From the very nature of the writings of such an author as Petronius, it is @@ -789,7 +745,7 @@ Produced by David Widger frontal development, and vain beyond belief. He considered himself invincible where women were concerned. He had a peculiar predilection in the choice of animal pets and was an object of fear and curiosity to the - towns people. His forgery might have been completely successful had he not + townspeople. His forgery might have been completely successful had he not acknowledged it himself within two or three years after the publication of his brochure. The fragment will remain a permanent tribute to the excellence of his scholarship, but it is his Ode to Christ Crucified which @@ -823,11 +779,11 @@ Produced by David Widger appeared in the year 1800. These have never before been translated. </p> <p> - Thanks are due Ralph Straus, Esq., and Professor Stephen Gaselee. <br /> + Thanks are due Ralph Straus, Esq., and Professor Stephen Gaselee. <br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /><a name="linkTHE_SATYRICON" id="linkTHE_SATYRICON"></a><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><a id="linkTHE_SATYRICON"></a><br ><br > </p> <h1> THE SATYRICON OF @@ -836,7 +792,7 @@ Produced by David Widger PETRONIUS ARBITER </h1> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > <br > </p> <h3> <i>BRACKET CODE</i> @@ -856,25 +812,25 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > <br > </p> <h1> - <a name="linkVOLUME_I." id="linkVOLUME_I."></a>VOLUME I. + <a id="linkVOLUME_I."></a>VOLUME I. </h1> <p> - <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > </p> <h2> ADVENTURES OF ENCOLPIUS AND HIS COMPANIONS </h2> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (It has been so long since I promised you the story of my adventures, @@ -898,13 +854,13 @@ Produced by David Widger which sons are ordered to behead their own fathers; responses from oracles, delivered in time of pestilence, ordering the immolation of three or more virgins; every word a honied drop, every period sprinkled with - poppy-seed and sesame. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /><br /><br /><br /> + poppy-seed and sesame. <br > <br > <br > <br > <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Those who are brought up on such a diet can no more attain to wisdom than @@ -930,13 +886,13 @@ Produced by David Widger old age. Painting also suffered the same fate when the presumption of the Egyptians “commercialized” that incomparable art. (I was holding forth along these lines one day, when Agamemnon came up to us and scanned with a - curious eye a person to whom the audience was listening so closely.) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + curious eye a person to whom the audience was listening so closely.) <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> He would not permit me to declaim longer in the portico than he himself @@ -953,19 +909,19 @@ Produced by David Widger ears--so it is with the teachers of rhetoric, they might be compared with the fisherman, who, unless he baits his hook with what he knows is most appetizing to the little fish, may wait all day upon some rock, without - the hope of a catch.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp006" id="linkp006"></a> + the hope of a catch.” <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp006"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p006.jpg (84K)" src="images/p006.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p006.jpg (84K)" src="images/p006.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> What, then, is there to do? The parents who are unwilling to permit their @@ -986,47 +942,47 @@ Produced by David Widger either, no one, in his old age, will confess the errors he was taught in his school days. But that you may not imagine that I disapprove of a jingle in the Lucilian manner, I will deliver my opinions in verse,-- - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “The man who emerges with fame, from the school of stern art, - <br /> Whose mind gropes for lofty ideals, to bring them to light, <br /> - Must first, under rigid frugality, study his part; <br /> Nor yearn for - the courts of proud princes who frown in their might: <br /> Nor scheme - with the riff-raf, a client in order to dine, <br /> Nor can he with evil - companions his wit drown in wine <br /> Nor sit, as a hireling, - applauding an actor’s grimace. <br /> But, whether the fortress of - arms-bearing Tritonis smile <br /> Upon him, or land which the Spartan - colonials grace, <br /> Or home of the sirens, with poetry let him - beguile <br /> The years of young manhood, and at the Maeonian spring - <br /> His fortunate soul drink its fill: Then, when later, the lore - <br /> Of Socrates’ school he has mastered, the reins let him fling, - <br /> And brandish the weapons that mighty Demosthenes bore. <br /> Then, - steeped in the culture and music of Greece, let his taste <br /> Be - ripened and mellowed by all the great writers of Rome. <br /> At first, - let him haunt not the courts; let his pages be graced <br /> By ringing - and rhythmic effusions composed in his home <br /> Next, banquets and - wars be his theme, sung in soul-stirring chant, <br /> In eloquent words - such as undaunted Cicero chose. <br /> Come! Gird up thy soul! - Inspiration will then force a vent <br /> And rush in a flood from a + <br > “The man who emerges with fame, from the school of stern art, + <br > Whose mind gropes for lofty ideals, to bring them to light, <br > + Must first, under rigid frugality, study his part; <br > Nor yearn for + the courts of proud princes who frown in their might: <br > Nor scheme + with the riff-raf, a client in order to dine, <br > Nor can he with evil + companions his wit drown in wine <br > Nor sit, as a hireling, + applauding an actor’s grimace. <br > But, whether the fortress of + arms-bearing Tritonis smile <br > Upon him, or land which the Spartan + colonials grace, <br > Or home of the sirens, with poetry let him + beguile <br > The years of young manhood, and at the Maeonian spring + <br > His fortunate soul drink its fill: Then, when later, the lore + <br > Of Socrates’ school he has mastered, the reins let him fling, + <br > And brandish the weapons that mighty Demosthenes bore. <br > Then, + steeped in the culture and music of Greece, let his taste <br > Be + ripened and mellowed by all the great writers of Rome. <br > At first, + let him haunt not the courts; let his pages be graced <br > By ringing + and rhythmic effusions composed in his home <br > Next, banquets and + wars be his theme, sung in soul-stirring chant, <br > In eloquent words + such as undaunted Cicero chose. <br > Come! Gird up thy soul! + Inspiration will then force a vent <br > And rush in a flood from a heart that is loved by the muse!” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I was listening so attentively to this speech that I did not notice the @@ -1041,19 +997,19 @@ Produced by David Widger knew where the inn was located, wherever I went, I kept coming back to the same place, until, worn out with running, and long since dripping with sweat, I approached a certain little old woman who sold country - vegetables. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp010" id="linkp010"></a> + vegetables. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp010"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p010.jpg (82K)" src="images/p010.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p010.jpg (82K)" src="images/p010.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Please, mother,” I wheedled, “you don’t know where I lodge, do you?” @@ -1070,13 +1026,13 @@ Produced by David Widger but Ascyltos himself, as tired as I was, and almost dead; you would have thought that he had been brought by the self-same little old hag! I smiled at that, greeted him cordially, and asked him what he was doing in such a - scandalous place. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + scandalous place. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Wiping away the sweat with his hands, he replied, “If you only knew what I @@ -1104,19 +1060,19 @@ Produced by David Widger joined forces, we defied the troublesome wretch. (Ascyltos ran out of the house and took to his heels, leaving me as the object of their lewd attacks, but the crowd, finding me the stronger in body and purpose, let - me go unharmed.) <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp012" id="linkp012"></a> + me go unharmed.) <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp012"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p012.jpg (88K)" src="images/p012.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p012.jpg (88K)" src="images/p012.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (After having tramped nearly all over the city,) I caught sight of Giton, @@ -1140,13 +1096,13 @@ Produced by David Widger the lists with a decent woman in your life? Was I not a ‘brother’ to you in the pleasure-garden, in the same sense as that in which this boy now is in this lodging-house?” “You sneaked away from the master’s lecture,” I - objected. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + objected. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “What should I have done, you triple fool, when I was dying of hunger? I @@ -1174,20 +1130,20 @@ Produced by David Widger I well knew his ungovernable temper and his unbridled passion. On this account, I followed him out, desirous of fathoming his designs and of preventing their consequences, but he hid himself skillfully from my eyes, - and all in vain, I searched for him for a long time.) <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp020" id="linkp020"></a> + and all in vain, I searched for him for a long time.) <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp020"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p020.jpg (79K)" src="images/p020.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p020.jpg (79K)" src="images/p020.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ELEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> After having had the whole town under my eyes, I returned to the little @@ -1220,13 +1176,13 @@ Produced by David Widger vessel and owner of estates near the seashore. Although Lycurgus kept a frugal table, the pleasures we enjoyed in this most enchanting spot cannot be described in words. Of course you know that Venus joined us all up, as - quickly as possible. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp024" id="linkp024"></a> + quickly as possible. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp024"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p024.jpg (43K)" src="images/p024.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p024.jpg (43K)" src="images/p024.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <p> The lovely Tryphaena pleased my taste, and listened willingly to my vows, @@ -1395,9 +1351,9 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> The tortured Tantalus still stands, to parch in his shifting pool, - <br /> And starve, when fruit sways just beyond his grasp: <br /> The - image of the miser rich, when his avaricious soul <br /> Robs him of food + <br > The tortured Tantalus still stands, to parch in his shifting pool, + <br > And starve, when fruit sways just beyond his grasp: <br > The + image of the miser rich, when his avaricious soul <br > Robs him of food and drink, in Plenty’s clasp. </p> </blockquote> @@ -1472,13 +1428,13 @@ Produced by David Widger had seen us, we were perfectly safe. We decided, nevertheless, to feign sickness, and to keep to our room as long as possible; but, before we knew it, our money ran out, and spurred by necessity we were forced to go - abroad and sell some of our plunder.) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + abroad and sell some of our plunder.) <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWELFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Twilight was falling, as we entered the market-place, in which we noticed @@ -1496,13 +1452,13 @@ Produced by David Widger ragged tunic in the lonely wood, and, as a matter of fact, he was! Ascyltos, afraid to believe the evidence of his own eyes for fear of doing something rash, approached the man, as a prospective buyer, took the hem - of the tunic from the rustic’s shoulders, and felt it thoroughly. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + of the tunic from the rustic’s shoulders, and felt it thoroughly. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Oh wonderful stroke of Fortune! The peasant had not yet laid his meddling @@ -1517,13 +1473,13 @@ Produced by David Widger reason that Fortune had released me from a very ugly suspicion. I was opposed to doing anything by devious methods, thinking that should he prove unwilling to restore to the proper owner an article not his own, it - ought to come to a civil action and a judgment secured. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + ought to come to a civil action and a judgment secured. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FOURTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Not so Ascyltos, who was afraid of the law, and demurred, “Who knows us @@ -1533,10 +1489,10 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Of what avail are any laws, where money rules alone, <br /> Where - Poverty can never win its cases? <br /> Detractors of the times, who bear - the Cynic’s scrip, are known <br /> To often sell the truth, and keep - their faces! <br /> So Justice is at public auction bought, <br /> The + <br > Of what avail are any laws, where money rules alone, <br > Where + Poverty can never win its cases? <br > Detractors of the times, who bear + the Cynic’s scrip, are known <br > To often sell the truth, and keep + their faces! <br > So Justice is at public auction bought, <br > The knight gives judgement as Gold says he ought. </p> </blockquote> @@ -1555,13 +1511,13 @@ Produced by David Widger no means on an equality, and the hucksters who had crowded around us at the uproar, laughed at our spiteful claim, and very naturally, too, since one side laid claim to a very valuable mantle, while the other demanded a - rag which was not worth a good patch. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + rag which was not worth a good patch. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Ascyltos, when he had secured silence, adroitly put a stop to their @@ -1610,20 +1566,19 @@ Produced by David Widger her right hand an emblem of Priapus. We were not permitted to see more, for as their eyes fell upon us, they raised such a hubbub that the vault of the temple trembled. They attempted to lay hands upon us, but we ran - back to our inn as fast as we could go.) <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a - name="linkp044" id="linkp044"></a> + back to our inn as fast as we could go.) <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp044"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p044.jpg (82K)" src="images/p044.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p044.jpg (82K)" src="images/p044.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We had just disposed of the supper prepared by Giton, when there came a @@ -1637,13 +1592,13 @@ Produced by David Widger inn, in person, and begs permission to speak with you. Don’t be alarmed! She neither blames your mistake nor does she demand punishment; on the contrary, she wonders what god has brought such well-bred young gentlemen - into her neighborhood!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + into her neighborhood!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We were still holding our tongues and refraining from any expression of @@ -1673,20 +1628,20 @@ Produced by David Widger the rites of the gods to the rabble. On this account, I stretch out my suppliant hands to your knees, and beg and pray that you do not make a mockery and a joke of our nocturnal rites, nor lay bare the secrets of so - many years, into which scarcely a thousand persons are initiated.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp046" id="linkp046"></a> + many years, into which scarcely a thousand persons are initiated.” <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp046"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p046.jpg (62K)" src="images/p046.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p046.jpg (62K)" src="images/p046.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The tears poured forth again, after this appeal, and, shaken by deep sobs, @@ -1705,9 +1660,9 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> To be flouted is disgraceful, but to dictate terms, sublime <br /> - Pleased am I to choose what course I will, <br /> Even sages will retort - an insult at the proper time. <br /> Victor most is he who does not + <br > To be flouted is disgraceful, but to dictate terms, sublime <br > + Pleased am I to choose what course I will, <br > Even sages will retort + an insult at the proper time. <br > Victor most is he who does not kill.” </p> </blockquote> @@ -1715,13 +1670,13 @@ Produced by David Widger Then she suddenly clapped her hands, and broke into such a peal of laughter that we were alarmed. The maid, who had been the first to arrive, did likewise, on one side of us, as also did the little girl who had - entered with the madame herself. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + entered with the madame herself. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The whole place was filled with mocking laughter, and we, who could see no @@ -1743,20 +1698,19 @@ Produced by David Widger while, she had us overpowered by some unknown vagabonds, and gave orders for us to be carried away to a splendid palace.) Then our determination gave place to astonishment, and death, sure and certain, began to obscure - the eyes of suffering. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp048" - id="linkp048"></a> + the eyes of suffering. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp048"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p048.jpg (52K)" src="images/p048.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p048.jpg (52K)" src="images/p048.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Pray; madame,” I groaned, “if you have anything worse in store, bring it @@ -1781,20 +1735,20 @@ Produced by David Widger satyrion there was in the house?” And she laughed delightfully until her sides shook. Finally not even Giton himself could resist a smile, especially when the little girl caught him around the neck and showered - innumerable kisses upon him, and he not at all averse to it. <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp050" id="linkp050"></a> + innumerable kisses upon him, and he not at all averse to it. <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp050"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p050.jpg (69K)" src="images/p050.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p050.jpg (69K)" src="images/p050.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We would have cried aloud in our misery but there was no one to give us @@ -1816,19 +1770,19 @@ Produced by David Widger Falernian wine. When several other courses had followed, and we were endeavoring to keep awake Quartilla exclaimed, “How dare you think of going to sleep when you know that the vigil of Priapus is to be kept?” - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp052" id="linkp052"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp052"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p052.jpg (47K)" src="images/p052.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p052.jpg (47K)" src="images/p052.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Worn out by all his troubles, Ascyltos commenced to nod, and the maid, @@ -1851,20 +1805,19 @@ Produced by David Widger belonged there. The butler had gotten up and poured oil in the flickering lamps by this time, and the boys, having rubbed their eyes open, had returned to their duty, when in came a female cymbal player and the - crashing brass awoke everybody. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp054" - id="linkp054"></a> + crashing brass awoke everybody. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp054"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p054.jpg (93K)" src="images/p054.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p054.jpg (93K)" src="images/p054.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The banquet began all over again, and Quartilla challenged us to a @@ -1875,9 +1828,9 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br />"Hither, hither quickly gather, pathic companions boon; <br />Artfully - stretch forth your limbs and on with the dance and play! <br />Twinkling - feet and supple thighs and agile buttocks in tune, <br />Hands well + <br >"Hither, hither quickly gather, pathic companions boon; <br >Artfully + stretch forth your limbs and on with the dance and play! <br >Twinkling + feet and supple thighs and agile buttocks in tune, <br >Hands well skilled in raising passions, Delian eunuchs gay!” </p> </blockquote> @@ -1888,20 +1841,20 @@ Produced by David Widger strength. He manipulated my member for a long time, but all in vain. Gummy streams poured down his sweating forehead, and there was so much chalk in the wrinkles of his cheeks that you might have mistaken his face for a - roofless wall, from which the plaster was crumbling in a rain. <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp056" id="linkp056"></a> + roofless wall, from which the plaster was crumbling in a rain. <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp056"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p056.jpg (47K)" src="images/p056.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p056.jpg (47K)" src="images/p056.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Driven to the last extremity, I could no longer keep back the tears. @@ -1922,13 +1875,13 @@ Produced by David Widger hand beneath his robe, she took hold of his little member, as yet so undeveloped. “This,” she remarked, “shall serve me very well tomorrow, as a whet to my appetite, but today I’ll take no common fare after choice - fish!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + fish!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> She was still talking when Psyche, who was giggling, came to her side and @@ -1950,19 +1903,19 @@ Produced by David Widger I suppose that this explains the origin of the proverb, ‘Who carried the calf may carry the bull,’ as they say.” As I feared that Giton might run greater risk if I were absent, I got up to take part in the ceremony. - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp058" id="linkp058"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp058"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p058.jpg (107K)" src="images/p058.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p058.jpg (107K)" src="images/p058.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Psyche had already enveloped the child’s head in the bridal-veil, the @@ -2009,13 +1962,13 @@ Produced by David Widger then Giton, then both of them together, in a crushing embrace. The virgin burst into tears and plead with him to remember her age, but her prayers availed her nothing, the soldier only being fired the more by her childish - charms. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp062" id="linkp062"></a> + charms. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp062"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p062.jpg (62K)" src="images/p062.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p062.jpg (62K)" src="images/p062.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <p> Pannychis covered her head at last, resolved to endure whatever the Fates @@ -2057,30 +2010,30 @@ Produced by David Widger clock and a liveried bugler in his dining-room, so that he can tell, instantly, how much of his life has run out!” Forgetting all our troubles at that, we dressed hurriedly and ordered Giton, who had very willingly - performed his servile office, to follow us to the bath. <br /><br /> + performed his servile office, to follow us to the bath. <br ><br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <a name="linkVOLUME_II." id="linkVOLUME_II."></a> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > <br ><br > <a id="linkVOLUME_II."></a> + <br ><br > </p> <h1> VOLUME II. </h1> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> <h2> THE DINNER OF TRIMALCHIO </h2> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Having put on our clothes, in the meantime, we commenced to stroll around @@ -2102,19 +2055,19 @@ Produced by David Widger the eunuch, hearing the signal, held the chamber-pot for him while he still continued playing. After relieving his bladder, he called for water to wash his hands, barely moistened his fingers, and dried them upon a - boy’s head. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp066" id="linkp066"></a> + boy’s head. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp066"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p066.jpg (80K)" src="images/p066.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p066.jpg (80K)" src="images/p066.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> To go into details would take too long. We entered the bath, finally, and @@ -2147,13 +2100,13 @@ Produced by David Widger In the vestibule stood the porter, clad in green and girded with a cherry-colored belt, shelling peas into a silver dish. Above the threshold was suspended a golden cage, from which a black and white magpie greeted - the visitors. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + the visitors. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE TWENTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I almost fell backwards and broke my legs while staring at all this, for @@ -2182,13 +2135,13 @@ Produced by David Widger Trimalchio’s beard. I asked the hall-porter what pictures were in the middle hall. “The Iliad and the Odyssey,” he replied, “and the gladiatorial games given under Laenas.” There was no time in which to - examine them all. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + examine them all. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We had now come to the dining-room, at the entrance to which sat a factor, @@ -2244,19 +2197,19 @@ Produced by David Widger worthless rascal. He lost my dinner clothes, given me on my birthday they were, by a certain client, Tyrian purple too, but it had been washed once already. But what does it amount to? I make you a present of the - scoundrel!” <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp070" id="linkp070"></a> + scoundrel!” <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp070"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p070.jpg (71K)" src="images/p070.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p070.jpg (71K)" src="images/p070.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We felt deeply obligated by his great condescension, and the same slave @@ -2284,13 +2237,13 @@ Produced by David Widger name and the weight of the silver in each. Dormice sprinkled with poppy-seed and honey were served on little bridges soldered fast to the platter, and hot sausages on a silver gridiron, underneath which were - damson plums and pomegranate seeds. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + damson plums and pomegranate seeds. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We were in the midst of these delicacies when, to the sound of music, @@ -2304,13 +2257,13 @@ Produced by David Widger it had iron stars soldered on all around it. And then, for fear all of his finery would not be displayed, he bared his right arm, adorned with a golden arm-band and an ivory circlet clasped with a plate of shining - metal. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + metal. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Picking his teeth with a silver quill, “Friends,” said he, “it was not @@ -2334,13 +2287,13 @@ Produced by David Widger seemed to me that a chick had formed already, but upon hearing an old experienced guest vow, “There must be something good here,” I broke open the shell with my hand and discovered a fine fat fig-pecker, imbedded in a - yolk seasoned with pepper. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + yolk seasoned with pepper. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Having finished his game, Trimalchio was served with a helping of @@ -2379,20 +2332,20 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “Poor man is nothing in the scheme of things <br /> And Orcus grips - us and to Hades flings <br /> Our bones! This skeleton before us here - <br /> Is as important as we ever were! <br /> Let’s live then while we + <br > “Poor man is nothing in the scheme of things <br > And Orcus grips + us and to Hades flings <br > Our bones! This skeleton before us here + <br > Is as important as we ever were! <br > Let’s live then while we may and life is dear.” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The applause was followed by a course which, by its oddity, drew every @@ -2410,13 +2363,13 @@ Produced by David Widger manner of the mime in the musical farce called Laserpitium. Seeing that we were rather depressed at the prospect of busying ourselves with such vile fare, Trimalchio urged us to fall to: “Let us fall to, gentlemen, I beg of - you, this is only the sauce!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + you, this is only the sauce!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> While he was speaking, four dancers ran in to the time of the music, and @@ -2437,20 +2390,20 @@ Produced by David Widger question him who reclined above me. As he had often experienced byplay of this sort he explained, “You see that fellow who is carving the meat, don’t you? Well, his name is Carver. Whenever Trimalchio says Carver, - carve her, by the same word, he both calls and commands!” <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp080" id="linkp080"></a> + carve her, by the same word, he both calls and commands!” <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp080"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p080.jpg (60K)" src="images/p080.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p080.jpg (60K)" src="images/p080.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I could eat no more, so I turned to my whilom informant to learn as much @@ -2473,13 +2426,13 @@ Produced by David Widger damn me if I believe a tenth of them knows the master by sight. The truth is, that these stand-a-gapes are so much in awe of him that any one of them would step into a fresh dunghill without ever knowing it, at a mere - nod from him!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + nod from him!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “And don’t you get the idea that he buys anything; everything is produced @@ -2524,7 +2477,7 @@ Produced by David Widger affairs start to go wrong, your friends will stand from under! Look at the fix he’s in, and think what a fine trade he had! He used to be an undertaker. He dined like a king, boars roasted whole in their shaggy - Bides, bakers’ pastries, birds, cooks and bakers! More wine was spilled + hides, bakers’ pastries, birds, cooks and bakers! More wine was spilled under his table than another has in his wine cellar. His life was like a pipe dream, not like an ordinary mortal’s. When his affairs commenced to go wrong, and he was afraid his creditors would guess that he was @@ -2537,13 +2490,13 @@ Produced by David Widger AUCTION HIS SUPERFLUOUS </p> <p> - FURNITURE” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + FURNITURE” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE THIRTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Trimalchio broke in upon this entertaining gossip, for the course had been @@ -2579,13 +2532,13 @@ Produced by David Widger the top, and men are either being born or else they’re dying. As to the sod and the honeycomb in the middle, for I never do anything without a reason, Mother Earth is in the centre, round as an egg, and all that is - good is found in her, just like it is in a honeycomb.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + good is found in her, just like it is in a honeycomb.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Bravo!” we yelled, and, with hands uplifted to the ceiling, we swore that @@ -2610,20 +2563,19 @@ Produced by David Widger Trimalchio ordered one to each guest, remarking, “Notice what fine acorns this forest-bred boar fed on,” and as he spoke, some slaves removed the little baskets from the tusks and divided the Syrian and Theban dates - equally among the diners. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp090" - id="linkp090"></a> + equally among the diners. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp090"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p090.jpg (36K)" src="images/p090.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p090.jpg (36K)" src="images/p090.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Getting a moment to myself, in the meantime, I began to speculate as to @@ -2650,13 +2602,13 @@ Produced by David Widger better than to go right to the dining-room from your bed. It’s been so cold that I can hardly get warm in a bath, but a hot drink’s as good as an overcoat: I’ve had some long pegs, and between you and me, I’m a bit - groggy; the booze has gone to my head.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + groggy; the booze has gone to my head.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Here Seleucus took up the tale. “I don’t bathe every day,” he confided, “a @@ -2664,7 +2616,7 @@ Produced by David Widger away a little every day; but when I’ve downed a pot of mead, I tell the cold to suck my cock! I couldn’t bathe today anyway, because I was at a funeral; dandy fellow, he was too, good old Chrysanthus slipped his wind! - Why, only the other day he said good morning’ to me, and I almost think + Why, only the other day he said “Good morning’ to me, and I almost think I’m talking to him now! Gawd’s truth, we’re only blown-up bladders strutting around, we’re less than flies, for they have some good in them, but we’re only bubbles. And supposing he had not kept to such a low diet! @@ -2678,13 +2630,13 @@ Produced by David Widger what if he hadn’t treated her so well! But when you come to women, women all belong to the kite species: no one ought to waste a good turn upon one of them; it’s just like throwing it down a well! An old love’s like a - cancer!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + cancer!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> He was becoming very tiresome, and Phileros cried out, “Let’s think about @@ -2715,13 +2667,13 @@ Produced by David Widger don’t believe that even the dog in his house escaped his attentions, by Hercules, I don’t; and what a boy-lover he was! Saw a virgin in every one he met! Not that I blame him though, for it’s all he could take with him.” - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Phileros had his say and Ganymedes exclaimed, “You gabble away about @@ -2764,13 +2716,13 @@ Produced by David Widger their hair unbound, and prayed to Jupiter for rain! And it would pour down in bucketfuls then or never, and they’d all come home, wet as drowned rats. But the gods all have the gout now, because we are not religious; - and so our fields are burning up!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + and so our fields are burning up!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Don’t be so down in the mouth,” chimed in Echion, the ragman; “if it @@ -2818,13 +2770,13 @@ Produced by David Widger afterwards. How the mob did yell ‘Lay it on!’ They were nothing but runaways. And at that he had the nerve to say, ‘I’ve given you a show.’ ‘And I’ve applauded,’ I answered; ‘count it up and you’ll find that I gave - more than I got! One hand washes the other.’” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + more than I got! One hand washes the other.’” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-SIXTH </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Agamemnon, your looks seem to say, What’s this boresome nut trying to @@ -2858,13 +2810,13 @@ Produced by David Widger Phileros the attorney; he’d not be keeping the wolf from the door now if he hadn’t studied. It’s not long since he had to carry his wares on his back and peddle them, but he can put up a front with Norbanus himself now! - Learning’s a fine thing, and a trade won’t starve.’” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + Learning’s a fine thing, and a trade won’t starve.’” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Twaddle of this sort was being bandied about when Trimalchio came in; @@ -2898,19 +2850,19 @@ Produced by David Widger my cooks are well used to serving up calves boiled whole, in their cauldrons!” Then he ordered a cook to be called in at once, and without awaiting our pleasure, he directed that the oldest be butchered, and - demanded in a loud voice, “What division do you belong too?” When the + demanded in a loud voice, “What division do you belong to?” When the fellow made answer that he was from the fortieth, “Were you bought, or born upon my estates?” Trimalchio continued. “Neither,” replied the cook, “I was left to you by Pansa’s will.” “See to it that this is properly done,” Trimalchio warned, “or I’ll have you transferred to the division of messengers!” and the cook, bearing his master’s warning in mind, departed - for the kitchen with the next course in tow. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + for the kitchen with the next course in tow. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Trimalchio’s threatening face relaxed and he turned to us, “If the wine @@ -2939,13 +2891,13 @@ Produced by David Widger was a boy, I used to read those stories in Homer. And then, there’s the Sibyl: with my own eyes I saw her, at Cumae, hanging up in a jar; and whenever the boys would say to her ‘Sibyl, Sibyl, what would you?’ she - would answer, ‘I would die.’” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + would answer, ‘I would die.’” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FORTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Before he had run out of wind, a tray upon which was an enormous hog was @@ -2973,13 +2925,13 @@ Produced by David Widger cook put on his tunic, snatched up a carving knife, with a trembling hand, and slashed the hog’s belly in several places. Sausages and meat- puddings, widening the apertures, by their own weight, immediately tumbled - out. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + out. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The whole household burst into unanimous applause at this; “Hurrah for @@ -3001,13 +2953,13 @@ Produced by David Widger as well. That’s how Corinthian was born; neither one nor the other, but an amalgam of all. But I prefer glass, if you don’t mind my saying so; it don’t stink, and if it didn’t break, I’d rather have it than gold, but - it’s cheap and common now.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + it’s cheap and common now.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “But there was an artisan, once upon a time, who made a glass vial that @@ -3021,13 +2973,13 @@ Produced by David Widger who knows how to make this malleable glass? Think now!’ And when he denied that anyone else knew the secret, Caesar ordered his head chopped off, because if this should get out, we would think no more of gold than we - would of dirt.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + would of dirt.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “And when it comes to silver, I’m a connoisseur; I have goblets as big as @@ -3064,20 +3016,20 @@ Produced by David Widger us all, had not Fortunata whispered in his ear, telling him, I suppose, that such low buffoonery was not in keeping with his dignity. But nothing could be so changeable as his humor, for one minute he stood in awe of - Fortunata, but his natural propensities would break out the next. <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp116" id="linkp116"></a> + Fortunata, but his natural propensities would break out the next. <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp116"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p116.jpg (86K)" src="images/p116.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p116.jpg (86K)" src="images/p116.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> But his passion for dancing was interrupted at this stage by a @@ -3111,13 +3063,13 @@ Produced by David Widger could give him acute pleasure, rope-dancers and horn blowers; all other entertainments were nothing but nonsense. “I bought a company of comedians,” he went on, “but I preferred for them to put on Atellane - farces, and I ordered my flute-player to play Latin airs only.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + farces, and I ordered my flute-player to play Latin airs only.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> While our noble Gaius was still talking away, the boy slipped and fell, @@ -3138,13 +3090,13 @@ Produced by David Widger his master’s bruised arm in white wool instead of purple. Nor was my suspicion unjustified, for in place of punishment, Trimalchio ordered that the boy be freed, so that no one could say that so exalted a personage had - been injured by a slave. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + been injured by a slave. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We applauded his action and engaged in a discussion upon the instability @@ -3155,8 +3107,8 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> The unexpected will turn up; <br /> Our whole lives Fortune bungles - up. <br /> Falernian, boy, hand round the cup. + <br > The unexpected will turn up; <br > Our whole lives Fortune bungles + up. <br > Falernian, boy, hand round the cup. </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -3169,31 +3121,31 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Insatiable luxury crumbles the walls of war; <br /> To satiate - gluttony, peacocks in coops are brought <br /> Arrayed in gold plumage - like Babylon tapestry rich. <br /> Numidian guinea-fowls, capons, all - perish for thee: <br /> And even the wandering stork, welcome guest that - he is, <br /> The emblem of sacred maternity, slender of leg <br /> And - gloctoring exile from winter, herald of spring, <br /> Still, finds his - last nest in the--cauldron of gluttony base. <br /> India surrenders her - pearls; and what mean they to thee? <br /> That thy wife decked with - sea-spoils adorning her breast and her head <br /> On the couch of a - stranger lies lifting adulterous legs? <br /> The emerald green, the - glass bauble, what mean they to thee? <br /> Or the fire of the ruby? - Except that pure chastity shine <br /> From the depth of the jewels: in - garments of woven wind clad <br /> Our brides might as well take their - stand, their game naked to stalk, <br /> As seek it in gossamer tissue + <br > Insatiable luxury crumbles the walls of war; <br > To satiate + gluttony, peacocks in coops are brought <br > Arrayed in gold plumage + like Babylon tapestry rich. <br > Numidian guinea-fowls, capons, all + perish for thee: <br > And even the wandering stork, welcome guest that + he is, <br > The emblem of sacred maternity, slender of leg <br > And + gloctoring exile from winter, herald of spring, <br > Still, finds his + last nest in the--cauldron of gluttony base. <br > India surrenders her + pearls; and what mean they to thee? <br > That thy wife decked with + sea-spoils adorning her breast and her head <br > On the couch of a + stranger lies lifting adulterous legs? <br > The emerald green, the + glass bauble, what mean they to thee? <br > Or the fire of the ruby? + Except that pure chastity shine <br > From the depth of the jewels: in + garments of woven wind clad <br > Our brides might as well take their + stand, their game naked to stalk, <br > As seek it in gossamer tissue transparent as air.” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “What should we say was the hardest calling, after literature?” he asked. @@ -3226,13 +3178,13 @@ Produced by David Widger mouse--mus--and a frog--rana--tied together, and a bundle of beet--beta--the Greek letter beta--. We laughed long and loud, there were a thousand of these jokes, more or less, which have now escaped my memory. - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> But Ascyltos threw off all restraint and ridiculed everything; throwing up @@ -3276,13 +3228,13 @@ Produced by David Widger I swam the flood, thanks to his kindness. Those are the things that try your mettle, for it’s as easy to be born a gentleman as to say, ‘Come here.’ Well, what are you gaping at now, like a billy-goat in a - vetch-field?” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + vetch-field?” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Giton, who had been standing at my feet, and who had for some time been @@ -3329,20 +3281,20 @@ Produced by David Widger master would ask; go straight home and don’t stop and stare at everything and don’t be impudent to your elders. Don’t loiter along looking in at the shops. No second raters came out of that school. I’m what you see me and I - thank the gods it’s all due to my own cleverness.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp130" id="linkp130"></a> + thank the gods it’s all due to my own cleverness.” <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp130"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p130.jpg (57K)" src="images/p130.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p130.jpg (57K)" src="images/p130.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE FIFTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Ascyltos was just starting in to answer this indictment when Trimalchio, @@ -3369,13 +3321,13 @@ Produced by David Widger and rushed upon it with drawn sword, as if he were insane, he made passes with the flat, and again with the edge, and then, collecting the slices, he skewered them, and, much to our astonishment, presented them to us on - the point of his sword. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + the point of his sword. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> But we were not given long in which to admire the elegance of such @@ -3406,13 +3358,13 @@ Produced by David Widger bowl of wine and cried, “May the gods be propitious!” One was called Cerdo--business--, Trimalchio informed us, the other Lucrio--luck--and the third Felicio--profit--and, when all the rest had kissed a true likeness - of Trimalchio, we were ashamed to pass it by. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + of Trimalchio, we were ashamed to pass it by. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> After they had all wished each other sound minds and good health, @@ -3434,13 +3386,13 @@ Produced by David Widger and had her deny me; if she had an as, I had half. I trusted her with everything I had and never was done out of anything. Her husband up and died on the place, one day, so I tried every way I could to get to her, - for you know friends ought to show up when anyone’s in a pinch. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + for you know friends ought to show up when anyone’s in a pinch. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “It so happened that our master had gone to Capua to attend to some odds @@ -3474,13 +3426,13 @@ Produced by David Widger that he was a werewolf, and after that, I couldn’t have eaten a crumb of bread with him, no, not if you had killed me. Others can think what they please about this, but as for me, I hope your geniuses will all get after - me if I lie.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + me if I lie.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We were all dumb with astonishment, when “I take your story for granted,” @@ -3509,13 +3461,13 @@ Produced by David Widger yourselves, but I say that there are women that know too much, and night-hags, too, and they turn everything upside down! And as for the long-haired booby, he never got back his own natural color and he died, - raving mad, a few days later.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + raving mad, a few days later.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Though we wondered greatly, we believed none the less implicitly and, @@ -3559,20 +3511,20 @@ Produced by David Widger little while, he ordered that a huge vessel be filled with mixed wine, and that drinks be served to all the slaves sitting around our feet, adding as an afterthought, “If anyone refuses to drink, pour it on his head: - business is business, but now’s the time for fun.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp144" id="linkp144"></a> + business is business, but now’s the time for fun.” <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp144"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p144.jpg (90K)" src="images/p144.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p144.jpg (90K)" src="images/p144.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The dainties that followed this display of affability were of such a @@ -3599,13 +3551,13 @@ Produced by David Widger slave, whom she freed on his death-bed, and it’s my opinion she’ll have a large sum to split with the tax gatherers, for the dead man was rated at 50,000, but everything went off well, even if we did have to pour half our - wine on the bones of the late lamented.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + wine on the bones of the late lamented.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “But,” demanded Trimalchio, “what did you have for dinner’?” “I’ll tell @@ -3629,13 +3581,13 @@ Produced by David Widger cheese, new wine boiled thick, a snail apiece, a helping of tripe, liver pate, capped eggs, turnips and mustard. But that’s enough. Pickled olives were handed around in a wooden bowl, and some of the party greedily - snatched three handfuls, we had ham, too, but we sent it back.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + snatched three handfuls, we had ham, too, but we sent it back.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “But why isn’t Fortunata at the table, Gaius? Tell me.” “What’s that,” @@ -3679,20 +3631,19 @@ Produced by David Widger couch. “Let go!” she screeched, as her tunic slipped above her knees; then, after pulling down her clothing, she threw herself into Scintilla’s lap, and hid, with her handkerchief, a face which was none the more - beautiful for its blushes. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp148" - id="linkp148"></a> + beautiful for its blushes. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp148"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p148.jpg (54K)" src="images/p148.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p148.jpg (54K)" src="images/p148.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> After a short interval, Trimalchio gave orders for the dessert to be @@ -3718,13 +3669,13 @@ Produced by David Widger cook, or a baker a regular jack of all trades. But he has two faults, and if he didn’t have them, he’d be beyond all price: he snores and he’s been circumcised. And that’s the reason he never can keep his mouth shut and - always has an eye open. I paid three hundred dinars for him.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + always has an eye open. I paid three hundred dinars for him.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SIXTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Yes,” Scintilla broke in, “and you’ve not mentioned all of his @@ -3757,19 +3708,19 @@ Produced by David Widger and, turning to Agamemnon, I said, “I shall be greatly surprised, if all those things are not made out of excrement, or out of mud, at the very least: I saw a like artifice practiced at Rome during the Saturnalia.” - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp154" id="linkp154"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp154"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p154.jpg (61K)" src="images/p154.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p154.jpg (61K)" src="images/p154.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I had not done speaking, when Trimalchio chimed in, “As I hope to grow @@ -3808,13 +3759,13 @@ Produced by David Widger next to me, and he stunk from sauces and pickle. Not satisfied with a place at the table, he immediately staged an impersonation of Ephesus the tragedian, and then he suddenly offered to bet his master that the greens - would take first place in the next circus games. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + would take first place in the next circus games. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Trimalchio was hugely tickled at this challenge. “Slaves are men, my @@ -3894,13 +3845,13 @@ Produced by David Widger FAREWELL TRIMALCHIO </p> <p> - FAREWELL PASSERBY” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + FAREWELL PASSERBY” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> When he had repeated these words, Trimalchio began to weep copiously, @@ -3929,20 +3880,19 @@ Produced by David Widger us out at the door, “If you think you can leave by the same door you came in at,” he replied, “you’re mistaken: no guest is ever allowed to go out through the same door he came in at; some are for entrance, others for - exit.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp162" - id="linkp162"></a> + exit.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp162"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p162.jpg (89K)" src="images/p162.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p162.jpg (89K)" src="images/p162.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> What were we miserable wretches to do, shut up in this newfangled @@ -3969,20 +3919,20 @@ Produced by David Widger with gold; before our eyes wine was being strained through a straining cloth. “One of my slaves shaves his first beard today,” Trimalchio remarked, at length, “a promising, honest, thrifty lad; may he have no bad - luck, so let’s get our skins full and stick around till morning.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp164" id="linkp164"></a> + luck, so let’s get our skins full and stick around till morning.” <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp164"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p164.jpg (102K)" src="images/p164.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p164.jpg (102K)" src="images/p164.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> He had not ceased speaking when a cock crowed! Alarmed at this omen, @@ -4027,13 +3977,13 @@ Produced by David Widger realize how seriously I take what you’ve done to me-- Habinnas, I don’t want you to put her statue on my tomb for fear I’ll be nagged even after I’m dead! And furthermore, that she may know I can repay a bad turn, I - won’t have her kissing me when I’m laid out!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + won’t have her kissing me when I’m laid out!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> When Trimalchio had launched this thunderbolt, Habinnas commenced to beg @@ -4063,13 +4013,13 @@ Produced by David Widger would sprout all the sooner. I was my master’s ‘mistress’ for fourteen years, for there’s nothing wrong in doing what your master orders, and I satisfied my mistress, too, during that time, you know what I mean, but - I’ll say no more, for I’m not one of your braggarts!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + I’ll say no more, for I’m not one of your braggarts!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “At last it came about by the will of the gods that I was master in the @@ -4101,13 +4051,13 @@ Produced by David Widger things about myself that I’d forgotten, and explained everything to me from needle and thread up; knew me inside out, he did, and only stopped short of telling me what I’d had for dinner the day before. You’d have - thought he’d lived with me always!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + thought he’d lived with me always!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Habinnas, you were there, I think, I’ll leave it to you; didn’t he @@ -4128,13 +4078,13 @@ Produced by David Widger have. So your humble servant, who was a frog, is now a king. Stychus, bring out my funereal vestments while we wait, the ones I’ll be carried out in, some perfume, too, and a draught of the wine in that jar, I mean - the kind I intend to have my bones washed in.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + the kind I intend to have my bones washed in.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> It was not long before Stychus brought a white shroud and a @@ -4158,36 +4108,36 @@ Produced by David Widger door and rushed in with their water and axes, as is their right, raising a rumpus all their own. We availed ourselves of this happy circumstance and, leaving Agamemnon in the lurch, we took to our heels, as though we were - running away from a real conflagration. <br /><br /> + running away from a real conflagration. <br ><br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <a name="linkVOLUME_III." id="linkVOLUME_III."></a> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > <br ><br > <a id="linkVOLUME_III."></a> + <br ><br > </p> <h1> VOLUME III. </h1> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> <h2> FURTHER ADVENTURES OF ENCOLPIUS AND HIS COMPANIONS </h2> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp176" id="linkp176"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp176"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p176.jpg (45K)" src="images/p176.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p176.jpg (45K)" src="images/p176.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> There was no torch to light the way for us, as we wandered around, nor did @@ -4213,9 +4163,9 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Oh Goddesses and Gods, that purple night <br /> How soft the couch! - And we, embracing tight; <br /> With every wandering kiss our souls would - meet! <br /> Farewell all mortal woes, to die were sweet + <br > Oh Goddesses and Gods, that purple night <br > How soft the couch! + And we, embracing tight; <br > With every wandering kiss our souls would + meet! <br > Farewell all mortal woes, to die were sweet </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -4235,13 +4185,13 @@ Produced by David Widger things together at once, and pick up some other bottom for your abominations!” He raised no objection to this, but after we had divided everything with scrupulous exactitude, “Come on now,” he demanded, “and - we’ll divide the boy!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + we’ll divide the boy!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I thought this was a parting joke till he whipped out his sword, with a @@ -4273,23 +4223,23 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> As long as is expedient, the name of friendship lives, <br /> Just - as in dicing, Fortune smiles or lowers; <br /> When good luck beckons, - then your friend his gleeful service gives <br /> But basely flies when - ruin o’er you towers. <br /> The strollers act their farces upon the - stage, each one his part, <br /> <br /> The father, son, the rich man, all - are here, <br /> But soon the page is turned upon the comic actor’s art, - <br /> The masque is dropped, the make-ups disappear! + <br > As long as is expedient, the name of friendship lives, <br > Just + as in dicing, Fortune smiles or lowers; <br > When good luck beckons, + then your friend his gleeful service gives <br > But basely flies when + ruin o’er you towers. <br > The strollers act their farces upon the + stage, each one his part, <br > <br > The father, son, the rich man, all + are here, <br > But soon the page is turned upon the comic actor’s art, + <br > The masque is dropped, the make-ups disappear! </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Nevertheless, I did not indulge myself very long in tears, being afraid @@ -4318,13 +4268,13 @@ Produced by David Widger mockery of my desolation when they are resting up from the exhaustion caused by their mutual excesses. But not with impunity! If I don’t avenge the wrong they have done me. in their guilty blood, I’m no free man!” - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I girded on my sword, when I had said these words, and, fortifying my @@ -4344,19 +4294,19 @@ Produced by David Widger balked, I returned to my lodging-house and, recovering by degrees from my fright, I began to be grateful to the boldness of the footpad. It is not wise to place much reliance upon any scheme, because Fortune has a method - of her own. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp182" id="linkp182"></a> + of her own. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp182"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p182.jpg (73K)" src="images/p182.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p182.jpg (73K)" src="images/p182.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (Nevertheless, I found it very difficult to stifle my longing for revenge, @@ -4396,28 +4346,28 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> The trader trusts his fortune to the sea and takes his gains, - <br /> The warrior, for his deeds, is girt with - gold; <br /> The wily sycophant lies drunk on purple counterpanes, <br /> - Young wives must pay debauchees or they’re cold. <br /> But solitary, - shivering, in tatters Genius stands <br /> + <br > The trader trusts his fortune to the sea and takes his gains, + <br > The warrior, for his deeds, is girt with + gold; <br > The wily sycophant lies drunk on purple counterpanes, <br > + Young wives must pay debauchees or they’re cold. <br > But solitary, + shivering, in tatters Genius stands <br > Invoking a neglected art, for succor at its hands. </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp186" id="linkp186"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp186"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p186.jpg (47K)" src="images/p186.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p186.jpg (47K)" src="images/p186.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “It is certainly true that a man is hated when he declares himself an @@ -4440,13 +4390,13 @@ Produced by David Widger robbery, and more cunning than the pimps themselves!” (My frankness pleased the old man, who attempted to comfort me and, to beguile my sorrow, he related the particulars of an amorous intrigue in which he - himself had played a part.) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + himself had played a part.) <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “When I was attached to the Quaestor’s staff, in Asia, I was quartered @@ -4470,13 +4420,13 @@ Produced by David Widger boy commenced to snore! Then, bending over the pretending sleeper, I snatched a fleeting kiss or two. Satisfied with this beginning, I arose early in the morning, brought a fine pair of turtle-doves to the eager - lad, and absolved myself from my vow.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + lad, and absolved myself from my vow.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Next night, when the same opportunity presented itself, I changed my @@ -4505,13 +4455,13 @@ Produced by David Widger difficulty of getting one fine enough has compelled me to defer the fulfillment of my promise,’ I replied, ‘but I will make it good in a few days.’ The lad easily understood the true meaning of my answer, and his - countenance betrayed his secret resentment.)” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + countenance betrayed his secret resentment.)” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “(In the meantime,) by breaking this vow, I had cut myself off from the @@ -4541,13 +4491,13 @@ Produced by David Widger again. Less than an hour had passed when he began to punch me with his hand. ‘Why are we not busy,’ he whispered! I flew into a violent rage at being disturbed so many times, and threatened him in his own words, - ‘Either you go to sleep, or I’ll call father!’” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + ‘Either you go to sleep, or I’ll call father!’” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Heartened up by this story, I began to draw upon his more comprehensive @@ -4580,17 +4530,17 @@ Produced by David Widger thirty millions of sesterces in safety! The Senate itself, the exponent of all that should be right and just, is in the habit of promising a thousand pounds of gold to the capitol, and that no one may question the propriety - of praying for money, it even decorates Jupiter himself with spoils’. Do + of praying for money, it even decorates Jupiter himself with spoils! Do not hesitate, therefore, at expressing your surprise at the deterioration of painting, since, by all the gods and men alike, a lump of gold is held to be more beautiful than anything ever created by those crazy little - Greek fellows, Apelles and Phydias!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + Greek fellows, Apelles and Phydias!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE EIGHTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “But I see that your whole attention is held by that picture which @@ -4599,78 +4549,78 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br />And now the tenth harvest beheld the beleaguered of Troia <br />Worn - out with anxiety, fearing: the honor of Calchas <br />The prophet, hung - wavering deep in the blackest despair. <br />Apollo commanded! The - forested peaks of Mount Ida <br />Were felled and dragged down; the hewn - timbers were fitted to fashion <br />A war-horse. Unfilled is a cavity - left, and this cavern, <br />Roofed over, capacious enough for a camp. - Here lie hidden <br />The raging impetuous valor of ten years of warfare. - <br />Malignant Greek troops pack the recess, lurk in their own offering. - <br />Alas my poor country! We thought that their thousand grim war-ships - <br />Were beaten and scattered, our arable lands freed from warfare! - <br />Th’ inscription cut into the horse, and the crafty behavior <br />Of - Sinon, his mind ever powerful for evil, affirmed it. <br />Delivered from - war, now the crowd, carefree, hastens to worship <br />And pours from the - portals. Their cheeks wet with weeping, the joy <br />Of their tremulous - souls brings to eyes tears which terror <br />Had banished. Laocoon, - priest unto Neptune, with hair loosed, <br />An outcry evoked from the - mob: he drew back his javelin <br />And launched it! The belly of wood - was his target. The weapon <br />Recoiled, for the fates stayed his hand, - and this artifice won us. <br />His feeble hand nerved he anew, and the - lofty sides sounded, <br />His two-edged ax tried them severely. The - young troops in ambush <br />Gasped. And as long as the reverberations - re-echoed <br />The wooden mass breathed out a fear that was not of its - own. <br />Imprisoned, the warriors advance to take Troia a captive <br />And - finish the struggle by strategem new and unheard of. <br />Behold! Other - portents: Where Tenedos steep breaks the ocean <br />Where great surging - billows dash high; to be broken, and leap back <br />To form a deep - hollow of calm, and resemble the plashing <br />Of oars, carried far - through the silence of night, as when ships pass <br />And drive through - the calm as it smashes against their fir bows. <br />Then backward we - look: towards the rocks the tide carries two serpents <br />That coil and - uncoil as they come, and their breasts, which are swollen <br />Aside - dash the foam, as the bows of tall ships; and the ocean <br />Is lashed - by their tails, their manes, free on the water, as savage <br />As even - their eyes: now a blinding beam kindles the billows, <br />The sea with - their hissing is sibilant! All stare in terror! <br />Laocoon’s twin sons - in Phrygian raiment are standing <br />With priests wreathed for - sacrifice. Them did the glistening serpents <br />Enfold in their coils! - With their little hands shielding their faces, <br />The boys, neither - thinking of self, but each one of his brother! <br />Fraternal love’s - sacrifice! Death himself slew those poor children <br />By means of their - unselfish fear for each other! The father, <br />A helper too feeble, now - throws himself prone on their bodies: <br />The serpents, now glutted - with death, coil around him and drag him <br />To earth! And the priest, - at his altar a victim, lies beating <br />The ground. Thus the city of - Troy, doomed to sack and destruction, <br />First lost her own gods by - profaning their shrines and their worship. <br />The full moon now lifted - her luminous beam and the small stars <br />Led forth, with her torch all - ablaze; when the Greeks drew the bolts <br />And poured forth their - warriors, on Priam’s sons, buried in darkness <br />And sodden with wine. - First the leaders made trial of their weapons <br />Just as the horse, - when unhitched from Thessalian neck-yoke, <br />First tosses his head and - his mane, ere to pasture he rushes. <br />They draw their swords, - brandish their shields and rush into the battle. <br />One slays the - wine-drunken Trojans, prolonging their dreams <br />To death, which ends - all. Still another takes brands from the altars, <br />And calls upon + <br >And now the tenth harvest beheld the beleaguered of Troia <br >Worn + out with anxiety, fearing: the honor of Calchas <br >The prophet, hung + wavering deep in the blackest despair. <br >Apollo commanded! The + forested peaks of Mount Ida <br >Were felled and dragged down; the hewn + timbers were fitted to fashion <br >A war-horse. Unfilled is a cavity + left, and this cavern, <br >Roofed over, capacious enough for a camp. + Here lie hidden <br >The raging impetuous valor of ten years of warfare. + <br >Malignant Greek troops pack the recess, lurk in their own offering. + <br >Alas my poor country! We thought that their thousand grim war-ships + <br >Were beaten and scattered, our arable lands freed from warfare! + <br >Th’ inscription cut into the horse, and the crafty behavior <br >Of + Sinon, his mind ever powerful for evil, affirmed it. <br >Delivered from + war, now the crowd, carefree, hastens to worship <br >And pours from the + portals. Their cheeks wet with weeping, the joy <br >Of their tremulous + souls brings to eyes tears which terror <br >Had banished. Laocoon, + priest unto Neptune, with hair loosed, <br >An outcry evoked from the + mob: he drew back his javelin <br >And launched it! The belly of wood + was his target. The weapon <br >Recoiled, for the fates stayed his hand, + and this artifice won us. <br >His feeble hand nerved he anew, and the + lofty sides sounded, <br >His two-edged ax tried them severely. The + young troops in ambush <br >Gasped. And as long as the reverberations + re-echoed <br >The wooden mass breathed out a fear that was not of its + own. <br >Imprisoned, the warriors advance to take Troia a captive <br >And + finish the struggle by strategem new and unheard of. <br >Behold! Other + portents: Where Tenedos steep breaks the ocean <br >Where great surging + billows dash high; to be broken, and leap back <br >To form a deep + hollow of calm, and resemble the plashing <br >Of oars, carried far + through the silence of night, as when ships pass <br >And drive through + the calm as it smashes against their fir bows. <br >Then backward we + look: towards the rocks the tide carries two serpents <br >That coil and + uncoil as they come, and their breasts, which are swollen <br >Aside + dash the foam, as the bows of tall ships; and the ocean <br >Is lashed + by their tails, their manes, free on the water, as savage <br >As even + their eyes: now a blinding beam kindles the billows, <br >The sea with + their hissing is sibilant! All stare in terror! <br >Laocoon’s twin sons + in Phrygian raiment are standing <br >With priests wreathed for + sacrifice. Them did the glistening serpents <br >Enfold in their coils! + With their little hands shielding their faces, <br >The boys, neither + thinking of self, but each one of his brother! <br >Fraternal love’s + sacrifice! Death himself slew those poor children <br >By means of their + unselfish fear for each other! The father, <br >A helper too feeble, now + throws himself prone on their bodies: <br >The serpents, now glutted + with death, coil around him and drag him <br >To earth! And the priest, + at his altar a victim, lies beating <br >The ground. Thus the city of + Troy, doomed to sack and destruction, <br >First lost her own gods by + profaning their shrines and their worship. <br >The full moon now lifted + her luminous beam and the small stars <br >Led forth, with her torch all + ablaze; when the Greeks drew the bolts <br >And poured forth their + warriors, on Priam’s sons, buried in darkness <br >And sodden with wine. + First the leaders made trial of their weapons <br >Just as the horse, + when unhitched from Thessalian neck-yoke, <br >First tosses his head and + his mane, ere to pasture he rushes. <br >They draw their swords, + brandish their shields and rush into the battle. <br >One slays the + wine-drunken Trojans, prolonging their dreams <br >To death, which ends + all. Still another takes brands from the altars, <br >And calls upon Troy’s sacred temples to fight against Trojans.” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp200" id="linkp200"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp200"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p200.jpg (64K)" src="images/p200.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p200.jpg (64K)" src="images/p200.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Some of the public, who were loafing in the portico, threw stones at the @@ -4690,13 +4640,13 @@ Produced by David Widger diet for the whole day, for fear of having trouble with you.” “Good,” I replied, “we’ll dine together if you’ll swear off crankiness for the day.” (So saying,) I gave the housekeeper the orders for our little supper (and - we went straight off to the baths.) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + we went straight off to the baths.) <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (There) I catch sight of Giton laden with towels and scrapers, leaning, @@ -4717,13 +4667,13 @@ Produced by David Widger of it all,” I cried, “for I love you still, although you abandoned me, and no scar from that gaping wound is left upon this breast! What can you say that will justify you in yielding your love to a stranger? Did I merit - such an affront’?” He held his head higher when he found that he was + such an affront?” He held his head higher when he found that he was loved. </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> For one to love, and at the same time, blame, <br /> That were a - labor Hercules to tame! <br /> Conflicting passions yield in Cupid’s + <br > For one to love, and at the same time, blame, <br > That were a + labor Hercules to tame! <br > Conflicting passions yield in Cupid’s name. </p> </blockquote> @@ -4739,13 +4689,13 @@ Produced by David Widger prudence, threw my arms around his neck and pressed him tightly against my breast, that he might see unmistakably that he had gotten back into my good graces, and that our friendship lived again in perfect confidence. - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Night had fallen by this time, and the woman to whom I had given my order @@ -4789,28 +4739,28 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Kind Providence unto our needs has tempered its decrees <br /> - And met our wants, our carping plaints to still <br /> Green herbs, and - berries hanging on their rough and brambly sprays <br /> - Suffice our hunger’s gnawing pangs to kill. <br /> What fool would thirst - upon a river’s brink? Or stand and freeze <br /> - In icy blasts, when near a cozy fire? <br /> The law sits armed outside - the door, adulterers to seize, <br /> The chaste - bride, guiltless, gratifies desire. <br /> All Nature lavishes her wealth - to meet our just demands; <br /> But, spurred by lust of pride, we stop + <br > Kind Providence unto our needs has tempered its decrees <br > + And met our wants, our carping plaints to still <br > Green herbs, and + berries hanging on their rough and brambly sprays <br > + Suffice our hunger’s gnawing pangs to kill. <br > What fool would thirst + upon a river’s brink? Or stand and freeze <br > + In icy blasts, when near a cozy fire? <br > The law sits armed outside + the door, adulterers to seize, <br > The chaste + bride, guiltless, gratifies desire. <br > All Nature lavishes her wealth + to meet our just demands; <br > But, spurred by lust of pride, we stop at naught to gain our ends! </p> </blockquote> <p> (Our philosopher began to moralize, when he had gorged himself, leveling many critical shafts at those who hold every-day things in contempt, - esteeming nothing except what is rare.) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + esteeming nothing except what is rare.) <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (“To their perverted taste,” he went on,) everything one may have lawfully @@ -4819,15 +4769,15 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> The pheasant from Colchis, the wild-fowl from African shores, - <br /> Because they are dainties, the parvenu’s palate adores <br /> The - white-feathered goose, and the duck in his bright-colored plumes <br /> - Must nourish the rabble; they’re common, so them Fashion dooms! <br /> - The wrasse brought from dangerous Syrtis is much more esteemed <br /> - When fishing-boats founder! And even the mullet is deemed, <br /> No - matter how heavy, a weight on the market! The whore <br /> Displaces the - wife; and in perfumes, the cinnamon more <br /> Is esteemed than the - rose! So whatever we have, we despise, <br /> And whatever we have not, + <br > The pheasant from Colchis, the wild-fowl from African shores, + <br > Because they are dainties, the parvenu’s palate adores <br > The + white-feathered goose, and the duck in his bright-colored plumes <br > + Must nourish the rabble; they’re common, so them Fashion dooms! <br > + The wrasse brought from dangerous Syrtis is much more esteemed <br > + When fishing-boats founder! And even the mullet is deemed, <br > No + matter how heavy, a weight on the market! The whore <br > Displaces the + wife; and in perfumes, the cinnamon more <br > Is esteemed than the + rose! So whatever we have, we despise, <br > And whatever we have not, we think a superlative prize!” </p> </blockquote> @@ -4842,13 +4792,13 @@ Produced by David Widger criticising my elders and at the same time forgetting my duties as host by offering an affront to one whom I had invited out of kindness. And much more, full of moderation and propriety, which was in exquisite keeping - with his good looks. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + with his good looks. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Happy the mother,” cried Eumolpus, “who bore such a son as you! May your @@ -4890,19 +4840,19 @@ Produced by David Widger apprentices with the confidence of the experienced barber. Hence it was in a sheath and, for the reason given above, the servant was not alarmed when the blade was snatched nor did Eumolpus break in upon this farcical death - scene. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp212" id="linkp212"></a> + scene. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp212"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p212.jpg (72K)" src="images/p212.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p212.jpg (72K)" src="images/p212.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The landlord made his appearance with a part of our little supper, while @@ -4914,7 +4864,7 @@ Produced by David Widger you wanted to wait till night and run away into the public streets, but that won’t go here! This is no widow’s joint, I’ll show you that; not yet it ain’t! This place belongs to Marcus Manicius!” “So you threaten, do - you’?” yelled Eumolpus, giving the fellow a resounding slap in the face. + you?” yelled Eumolpus, giving the fellow a resounding slap in the face. At this, the latter threw a small earthenware pitcher, which had been emptied by the draughts of successive guests, at Eumolpus’ head, and cut open the forehead of his cursing adversary: then he skipped out of the @@ -4931,20 +4881,19 @@ Produced by David Widger on guard. But worst of all, a blear-eyed old hag, girded round with a filthy apron, and wearing wooden clogs which were not mates, dragged in an immense dog on a chain, and “sicked” him upon Eumolpus, but he beat off - all attacks with his candlestick. <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp214" - id="linkp214"></a> + all attacks with his candlestick. <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp214"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p214.jpg (111K)" src="images/p214.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p214.jpg (111K)" src="images/p214.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We took in the entire performance through a hole in the folding-doors: @@ -4964,13 +4913,13 @@ Produced by David Widger these damned slaves don’t scatter at once and stop their brawling!” (Then, whispering in Eumolpus’ ear,) “My bedfellow’s got an idea that she’s finer-haired than I am; lampoon her in a poem, if you think anything of - me, and make ‘er ashamed.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + me, and make ‘er ashamed.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Eumolpus was speaking privately with Bargates, when a crier attended by a @@ -5005,13 +4954,13 @@ Produced by David Widger affirming that he sought nothing except his own fugitive and desired the death of neither man nor suppliant, and least of all did he wish to harm one whom, now that their quarrel was over, he regarded as his dearest - friend. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + friend. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The public servant, however, was not derelict in the performance of his @@ -5050,35 +4999,35 @@ Produced by David Widger exclaimed Eumolpus, “you certainly are: here you are gifted with talents enough to make your fortunes and you still lead a life of misery, and every day you bring new torments upon yourselves, as the fruits of your - own acts!)” <br /><br /> + own acts!)” <br ><br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /> <a name="linkVOLUME_IV." id="linkVOLUME_IV."></a> <br /><br /> + <br ><br > <a id="linkVOLUME_IV."></a> <br ><br > </p> <h1> VOLUME IV. </h1> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> <h2> ENCOLPIUS, GITON AND EUMOLPUS ESCAPE BY SEA </h2> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp222" id="linkp222"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp222"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p222.jpg (56K)" src="images/p222.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p222.jpg (56K)" src="images/p222.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE NINETY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “I have always and everywhere lived such a life that each passing day was @@ -5091,11 +5040,11 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Leave then thy home and seek a foreign shore <br /> Brave youth; - for thee thy destiny holds more: <br /> To no misfortune yield! The - Danube far <br /> Shall know thy spirit, and the polar star, <br /> And - placid Nile, and they who dwell in lands <br /> Where sunrise starts, or - they where sunset ends! <br /> A new Ulysses treads on foreign sands.” + <br > Leave then thy home and seek a foreign shore <br > Brave youth; + for thee thy destiny holds more: <br > To no misfortune yield! The + Danube far <br > Shall know thy spirit, and the polar star, <br > And + placid Nile, and they who dwell in lands <br > Where sunrise starts, or + they where sunset ends! <br > A new Ulysses treads on foreign sands.” </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -5122,13 +5071,13 @@ Produced by David Widger further delay we all got up. Eumolpus ordered his servant, who had been asleep for some time, to bring his baggage out. Giton and I pack together whatever we have for the voyage and, after praying to the stars, we went - aboard. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + aboard. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDREDTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (We picked out a retired spot on the poop and Eumolpus dozed off, as it @@ -5164,13 +5113,13 @@ Produced by David Widger was the reason you wished to have us quartered in the most inaccessible spot on deck, was it? So we could get no rest! What good will it do you when I’ve informed you that Lycas of Tarentum is master of this ship and - that he carries Tryphaena as an exile to Tarentum?” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + that he carries Tryphaena as an exile to Tarentum?” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I shivered, horror-struck, at this thunderbolt and, beating my throat, “Oh @@ -5212,13 +5161,13 @@ Produced by David Widger supposing that Lycas did not hold sick-call, how could we leave the ship in such a manner as not to be stared at by all the rest? With muffled heads? With bare? If muffled, who would not want to lend the sick man a - hand? If bare, what would it mean if not proscribing ourselves?” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + hand? If bare, what would it mean if not proscribing ourselves?” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Why would it not be better to take refuge in boldness,” I asked, “slide @@ -5278,13 +5227,13 @@ Produced by David Widger after the foreign style? No! Artificial color dirties the body without changing it. Listen to the plan which I have thought out in my desperation; let’s tie our garments around our heads and throw ourselves - into the deep!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + into the deep!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Gods and men forbid that you should make so base an ending of your @@ -5309,13 +5258,13 @@ Produced by David Widger night in fitful slumber. (On the following morning Eumolpus entered Lycas’ cabin as soon as he knew that Tryphaena was out of bed and, after some conversation upon the happy voyage of which the fine weather gave promise, - Lycas turned to Tryphaena and remarked:) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + Lycas turned to Tryphaena and remarked:) <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Priapus appeared to me in a dream and seemed to say--Know that Encolpius, @@ -5328,18 +5277,18 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades <br /> By neither - powers of air nor gods, are sent: <br /> Each makes his own! And when - relaxed in sleep <br /> The members lie, the mind, without restraint - <br /> Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds <br /> That occupied the - day. The warrior fierce, <br /> Who cities shakes and towns destroys by - fire <br /> Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins, <br /> And funerals of - kings and bloody fields. <br /> <br /> The cringing lawyer dreams of - courts and trials, <br /> The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds: - <br /> The hunter’s horn and hounds the forests wake, <br /> The - shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept. <br /> Or, washed aboard, just - misses perishing. <br /> Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write <br /> - To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course; <br /> And old wounds + <br > Dreams that delude the mind with flitting shades <br > By neither + powers of air nor gods, are sent: <br > Each makes his own! And when + relaxed in sleep <br > The members lie, the mind, without restraint + <br > Can flit, and re-enact by night, the deeds <br > That occupied the + day. The warrior fierce, <br > Who cities shakes and towns destroys by + fire <br > Maneuvering armies sees, and javelins, <br > And funerals of + kings and bloody fields. <br > <br > The cringing lawyer dreams of + courts and trials, <br > The miser hides his hoard, new treasures finds: + <br > The hunter’s horn and hounds the forests wake, <br > The + shipwrecked sailor from his hulk is swept. <br > Or, washed aboard, just + misses perishing. <br > Adultresses will bribe, and harlots write <br > + To lovers: dogs, in dreams their hare still course; <br > And old wounds ache most poignantly in dreams!” </p> </blockquote> @@ -5351,13 +5300,13 @@ Produced by David Widger unexpectedly, for that was the name of the fellow who had caught us at our furtive transformation in the night. “A rotten thing to do, I swear! From what I hear, it’s unlawful for any living man aboard ship to shed hair or - nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + nails, unless the wind has kicked up a heavy sea.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Lycas was greatly disturbed by this information, and flew into a rage. “So @@ -5400,13 +5349,13 @@ Produced by David Widger brands of prisoners: she asked us gently, into what slave’s prison we had fallen in our wanderings, and whose cruel hands had inflicted this punishment. Still, fugitives whose members had gotten them into trouble - certainly deserved some punishment. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + certainly deserved some punishment. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> In a towering passion, Lycas leaped forward, “Oh you silly woman,” he @@ -5432,29 +5381,29 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Primeval Fear created Gods on earth when from the sky <br /> The - lightning-flashes rent with flame the ramparts of the world, <br /> And - smitten Athos blazed! Then, Phoebus, sinking to the earth, <br /> His - course complete, and waning Luna, offerings received. <br /> The changing - seasons of the year the superstition spread <br /> Throughout the world; - and Ignorance and Awe, the toiling boor, <br /> To Ceres, from his - harvest, the first fruits compelled to yield <br /> And Bacchus with the - fruitful vine to crown. Then Pales came <br /> Into her own, the - shepherd’s gains to share. Beneath the waves <br /> Of every sea swims - Neptune. Pallas guards the shops, <br /> And those impelled by Avarice or + <br > Primeval Fear created Gods on earth when from the sky <br > The + lightning-flashes rent with flame the ramparts of the world, <br > And + smitten Athos blazed! Then, Phoebus, sinking to the earth, <br > His + course complete, and waning Luna, offerings received. <br > The changing + seasons of the year the superstition spread <br > Throughout the world; + and Ignorance and Awe, the toiling boor, <br > To Ceres, from his + harvest, the first fruits compelled to yield <br > And Bacchus with the + fruitful vine to crown. Then Pales came <br > Into her own, the + shepherd’s gains to share. Beneath the waves <br > Of every sea swims + Neptune. Pallas guards the shops, <br > And those impelled by Avarice or Guilt, create new Gods! </p> </blockquote> <p> (Lycas, as he perceived that Tryphaena was as eager as himself for revenge, gave orders for our punishment to be renewed and made more - drastic, whereupon Eumolpus endeavored to appease him as follows,) <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + drastic, whereupon Eumolpus endeavored to appease him as follows,) <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (“Lycas,” said he, “these unfortunates upon whom you intend to wreak your @@ -5505,19 +5454,19 @@ Produced by David Widger What’s the use of seeking information through a third person, anyway? You scoundrel, what have you to say for yourself? What salamander singed off your eyebrows? You poisoner, what god did you vow your hair to? Answer!” - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp248" id="linkp248"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp248"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p248.jpg (61K)" src="images/p248.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p248.jpg (61K)" src="images/p248.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I was stricken dumb, and trembled from fear of punishment, nor could I @@ -5567,24 +5516,24 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “What fury,” she exclaims, “turns peace to war? What evil deed - <br /> Was by these hands committed? Trojan hero there is none <br /> - Absconding in this ship with bride of Atreus’ cuckold seed <br /> Nor - crazed Medea, stained by life’s blood of her father’s son! <br /> But - passion scorned, becomes a power: alas! who courts his end <br /> By - drawing sword amidst these waves? Why die before our time? <br /> Strive - not with angry seas to vie and to their fury lend <br /> Your rage by + <br > “What fury,” she exclaims, “turns peace to war? What evil deed + <br > Was by these hands committed? Trojan hero there is none <br > + Absconding in this ship with bride of Atreus’ cuckold seed <br > Nor + crazed Medea, stained by life’s blood of her father’s son! <br > But + passion scorned, becomes a power: alas! who courts his end <br > By + drawing sword amidst these waves? Why die before our time? <br > Strive + not with angry seas to vie and to their fury lend <br > Your rage by piling waves upon its savage floods sublime !” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The woman poured out this rhapsody in a loud excited voice, the @@ -5624,34 +5573,34 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “Gone are those locks that to thy beauty lent such lustrous charm - <br /> And blighted are the locks of Spring by bitter Winter’s sway; - <br /> Thy naked temples now in baldness mourn their vanished form, <br /> - And glistens now that poor bare crown, its hair all worn away <br /> Oh! - Faithless inconsistency! The gods must first resume <br /> The charms - that first they granted youth, that it might lovelier bloom! <br /> <br /> - Poor wretch, but late thy locks did brighter glister <br /> Than those of - great Apollo or his sister! <br /> Now, smoother is thy crown than - polished grasses <br /> Or rounded mushrooms when a shower passes! <br /> - In fear thou fliest the laughter-loving lasses. <br /> That thou may’st - know that Death is on his way, <br /> Know that thy head is partly dead + <br > “Gone are those locks that to thy beauty lent such lustrous charm + <br > And blighted are the locks of Spring by bitter Winter’s sway; + <br > Thy naked temples now in baldness mourn their vanished form, <br > + And glistens now that poor bare crown, its hair all worn away <br > Oh! + Faithless inconsistency! The gods must first resume <br > The charms + that first they granted youth, that it might lovelier bloom! <br > <br > + Poor wretch, but late thy locks did brighter glister <br > Than those of + great Apollo or his sister! <br > Now, smoother is thy crown than + polished grasses <br > Or rounded mushrooms when a shower passes! <br > + In fear thou fliest the laughter-loving lasses. <br > That thou may’st + know that Death is on his way, <br > Know that thy head is partly dead this day!” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp252" id="linkp252"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp252"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p252.jpg (90K)" src="images/p252.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p252.jpg (90K)" src="images/p252.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> It is my opinion that he intended favoring us with more of the same kind @@ -5676,20 +5625,19 @@ Produced by David Widger or to have recourse to names, notorious for centuries; on the contrary, if we cared to hear it, he would relate an incident which had occurred within his own memory, whereupon, as we all turned our faces towards him and gave - him our attention, he began as follows: <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a - name="linkp258" id="linkp258"></a> + him our attention, he began as follows: <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp258"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p258.jpg (110K)" src="images/p258.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p258.jpg (110K)" src="images/p258.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND ELEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “There was a certain married lady at Ephesus, once upon a time, so noted @@ -5741,13 +5689,13 @@ Produced by David Widger eat or to live, no one listens unwillingly, and the lady, thirsty after an abstinence of several days, finally permitted her obstinacy to be overcome; nor did she take her fill of nourishment with less avidity than - had the maid who had surrendered first.” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + had the maid who had surrendered first.” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWELFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “But to make a long story short, you know the temptations that beset a @@ -5758,7 +5706,7 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Why will you fight with a passion that to you is pleasure, <br /> + <br > Why will you fight with a passion that to you is pleasure, <br > Remembering not in whose lands you are taking your leisure? </p> </blockquote> @@ -5788,13 +5736,13 @@ Produced by David Widger husband to be lifted out of the coffin and fastened upon the vacant cross! The soldier availed himself of the expedient suggested by this very ingenious lady and next day everyone wondered how a dead man had found his - way to the cross!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + way to the cross!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The sailors received this tale with roars of laughter, and Tryphaena @@ -5824,9 +5772,9 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> The vulture tearing; at the liver’s deep and vital parts, <br /> - That wracks our breasts and rends our very heartstrings <br /> Is not - that bird the charming poet sings with all his arts; <br /> ‘T’is + <br > The vulture tearing at the liver’s deep and vital parts, <br > + That wracks our breasts and rends our very heartstrings <br > Is not + that bird the charming poet sings with all his arts; <br > ‘T’is jealousy or hate that human hearts stings. </p> </blockquote> @@ -5877,20 +5825,19 @@ Produced by David Widger frankly of Lycas’ lecherous attempt and of Tryphaena’s wanton assault. When he had heard all the facts,) Eumolpus swore roundly (that he would certainly avenge us, as the Gods were just and would not suffer so many - villainies to go unpunished.) <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp268" - id="linkp268"></a> + villainies to go unpunished.) <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp268"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p268.jpg (102K)" src="images/p268.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p268.jpg (102K)" src="images/p268.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FOURTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We were still discussing this and other matters when the sea grew rough, @@ -5931,13 +5878,13 @@ Produced by David Widger water-logged, drifting before the waves. Some fishermen hastily put off in their little boats to salvage their booty, but, seeing men alive and ready to defend their property, they changed their predatory designs into offers - of help. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + of help. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <p> Just then, amid that clamor of voices we heard a peculiar noise, and from @@ -6004,13 +5951,13 @@ Produced by David Widger HIS NOBLE CORPSE FIVE FEET OF EARTH RECEIVED, </p> <p> - HE RESTS IN PEACE BENEATH THIS HUMBLE MOUND. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + HE RESTS IN PEACE BENEATH THIS HUMBLE MOUND. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SIXTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> We set out upon our intended journey, after this last office had been @@ -6038,20 +5985,19 @@ Produced by David Widger only ones who are considered soldierly, or the bravest of the brave, or even good. You will see a town which resembles the fields in time of pestilence,” he continued, “in which there is nothing but carcasses to be - torn at and carrion crows tearing at them.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a - name="linkp278" id="linkp278"></a> + torn at and carrion crows tearing at them.” <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp278"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p278.jpg (52K)" src="images/p278.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p278.jpg (52K)" src="images/p278.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Eumolpus, who had a deeper insight, turned this state of affairs over in @@ -6103,13 +6049,13 @@ Produced by David Widger satisfied with swearing, he lifted up his leg from time to time and filled the road with an obscene noise and a filthy stench. Giton laughed at his impudence and imitated every explosion with his lips, {but Eumolpus - relapsed into his usual vein, even in spite of this.} <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + relapsed into his usual vein, even in spite of this.} <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Young men,” said he, “many are they who have been seduced by poetry; for, @@ -6138,360 +6084,360 @@ Produced by David Widger should plunge headlong and appear as the prophecy of a mind inspired rather than the attested faith of scrupulous exactitude in speech. This hasty composition may please you, even though it has not yet received its - final polishing:” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + final polishing:” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND NINETEENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “The conquering Roman now held the whole world in his sway, <br /> - The ocean, the land; where the sun shone by day or the moon <br /> - Gleamed by night: but unsated was he. And the seas <br /> Were roiled by - the weight of his deep-laden keels; if a bay <br /> Lay hidden beyond, or - a land which might yield yellow gold <br /> ‘Twas held as a foe. While - the struggle for treasure went on <br /> The fates were preparing the - horrors and scourges of war. <br /> Amusements enjoyed by the vulgar no - longer can charm <br /> Nor pleasures worn threadbare by use of the - plebeian mob. <br /> The bronzes of Corinth are praised by the soldier at - sea; <br /> And glittering gems sought in earth, vie with purple of Tyre; - <br /> Numidia curses her here, there, the exquisite silks <br /> Of - China; Arabia’s people have stripped their own fields. <br /> Behold - other woes and calamities outraging peace! <br /> Wild beasts, in the - forest are hunted, for gold; and remote <br /> African hammon is covered - by beaters, for fear <br /> Some beast that slays men with his teeth - shall escape, for by that <br /> His value to men is enhanced! The - vessels receive <br /> Strange ravening monsters; the tiger behind gilded - bars <br /> And pacing his cage is transported to Rome, that his jaws - <br /> May drip with the life blood of men to the plaudits of men <br /> - Oh shame! To point out our impending destruction; the crime <br /> Of - Persia enacted anew; in his puberty’s bloom <br /> The man child is - kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife, <br /> Is forced to the - calling of Venus; delayed and hedged round <br /> The hurrying passage of - life’s finest years is held back <br /> And Nature seeks Nature but finds - herself not. Everywhere <br /> These frail-limbed and mincing - effeminates, flowing of locks, <br /> Bedecked with an infinite number of - garments of silk <br /> Whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers - to snare, <br /> Are eagerly welcomed! From African soil now behold <br /> - The citron-wood tables; their well-burnished surface reflects <br /> Our - Tyrian purples and slaves by the horde, and whose spots <br /> Resemble - the gold that is cheaper than they and ensnare <br /> Extravagance. - Sterile and ignobly prized is the wood <br /> But round it is gathered a - company sodden with wine; <br /> And soldiers of fortune whose weapons - have rusted, devour <br /> The spoils of the world. Art caters to - appetite. Wrasse <br /> From Sicily brought to their table, alive in his - own Sea water. <br /> The oysters from Lucrine’s shore torn, at the feast - <br /> Are served to make famous the host; and the appetite, cloyed, - <br /> To tempt by extravagance. Phasis has now been despoiled <br /> Of - birds, its littoral silent, no sound there is heard <br /> Save only the - wind as it rustles among the last leaves. <br /> Corruption no less vile - is seen in the campus of Mars, <br /> Our quirites are bribed; and for - plunder and promise of gain <br /> Their votes they will alter. The - people is venal; corrupt <br /> The Senate; support has its price! And - the freedom and worth <br /> Of age is decayed, scattered largesse now - governs their power; <br /> Corrupted by gold, even dignity lies in the - dust. <br /> Cato defeated and hooted by mobs, but the victor <br /> Is - sadder, ashamed to have taken the rods from a Cato: <br /> In this lay - the shame of the nation and character’s downfall, <br /> ‘Twas not the - defeat of a man! No! The power and the glory <br /> Of Rome were brought - low; represented in him was the honor <br /> Of sturdy Republican Rome. - So, abandoned and wretched, <br /> The city has purchased dishonor: has - purchased herself! <br /> Despoiled by herself, no avenger to wipe out - the stigma <br /> Twin maelstroms of debt and of usury suck down the - commons. <br /> No home with clear title, no citizen free from a - mortgage, <br /> But as some slow wasting disease all unheralded fastens - <br /> Its hold on the vitals, destroying the vigor of manhood, <br /> So, - fear of the evils impending, impels them to madness. <br /> Despair turns - to violence, luxury’s ravages needs must <br /> Repaired be by bloodshed, - for indigence safely can venture. <br /> Can art or sane reason rouse - wallowing Rome from the offal <br /> And break the voluptuous slumber in - which she is sunken? <br /> Or must it be fury and war and the blood-lust + <br > “The conquering Roman now held the whole world in his sway, <br > + The ocean, the land; where the sun shone by day or the moon <br > + Gleamed by night: but unsated was he. And the seas <br > Were roiled by + the weight of his deep-laden keels; if a bay <br > Lay hidden beyond, or + a land which might yield yellow gold <br > ‘Twas held as a foe. While + the struggle for treasure went on <br > The fates were preparing the + horrors and scourges of war. <br > Amusements enjoyed by the vulgar no + longer can charm <br > Nor pleasures worn threadbare by use of the + plebeian mob. <br > The bronzes of Corinth are praised by the soldier at + sea; <br > And glittering gems sought in earth, vie with purple of Tyre; + <br > Numidia curses her here, there, the exquisite silks <br > Of + China; Arabia’s people have stripped their own fields. <br > Behold + other woes and calamities outraging peace! <br > Wild beasts, in the + forest are hunted, for gold; and remote <br > African hammon is covered + by beaters, for fear <br > Some beast that slays men with his teeth + shall escape, for by that <br > His value to men is enhanced! The + vessels receive <br > Strange ravening monsters; the tiger behind gilded + bars <br > And pacing his cage is transported to Rome, that his jaws + <br > May drip with the life blood of men to the plaudits of men <br > + Oh shame! To point out our impending destruction; the crime <br > Of + Persia enacted anew; in his puberty’s bloom <br > The man child is + kidnapped; surrenders his powers to the knife, <br > Is forced to the + calling of Venus; delayed and hedged round <br > The hurrying passage of + life’s finest years is held back <br > And Nature seeks Nature but finds + herself not. Everywhere <br > These frail-limbed and mincing + effeminates, flowing of locks, <br > Bedecked with an infinite number of + garments of silk <br > Whose names ever change, the wantons and lechers + to snare, <br > Are eagerly welcomed! From African soil now behold <br > + The citron-wood tables; their well-burnished surface reflects <br > Our + Tyrian purples and slaves by the horde, and whose spots <br > Resemble + the gold that is cheaper than they and ensnare <br > Extravagance. + Sterile and ignobly prized is the wood <br > But round it is gathered a + company sodden with wine; <br > And soldiers of fortune whose weapons + have rusted, devour <br > The spoils of the world. Art caters to + appetite. Wrasse <br > From Sicily brought to their table, alive in his + own Sea water. <br > The oysters from Lucrine’s shore torn, at the feast + <br > Are served to make famous the host; and the appetite, cloyed, + <br > To tempt by extravagance. Phasis has now been despoiled <br > Of + birds, its littoral silent, no sound there is heard <br > Save only the + wind as it rustles among the last leaves. <br > Corruption no less vile + is seen in the campus of Mars, <br > Our quirites are bribed; and for + plunder and promise of gain <br > Their votes they will alter. The + people is venal; corrupt <br > The Senate; support has its price! And + the freedom and worth <br > Of age is decayed, scattered largesse now + governs their power; <br > Corrupted by gold, even dignity lies in the + dust. <br > Cato defeated and hooted by mobs, but the victor <br > Is + sadder, ashamed to have taken the rods from a Cato: <br > In this lay + the shame of the nation and character’s downfall, <br > ‘Twas not the + defeat of a man! No! The power and the glory <br > Of Rome were brought + low; represented in him was the honor <br > Of sturdy Republican Rome. + So, abandoned and wretched, <br > The city has purchased dishonor: has + purchased herself! <br > Despoiled by herself, no avenger to wipe out + the stigma <br > Twin maelstroms of debt and of usury suck down the + commons. <br > No home with clear title, no citizen free from a + mortgage, <br > But as some slow wasting disease all unheralded fastens + <br > Its hold on the vitals, destroying the vigor of manhood, <br > So, + fear of the evils impending, impels them to madness. <br > Despair turns + to violence, luxury’s ravages needs must <br > Repaired be by bloodshed, + for indigence safely can venture. <br > Can art or sane reason rouse + wallowing Rome from the offal <br > And break the voluptuous slumber in + which she is sunken? <br > Or must it be fury and war and the blood-lust of daggers?” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “Three chieftains did fortune bring forth, whom the fury of - battles <br /> Destroyed; and interred, each one under a mountain of - weapons; <br /> The Parthian has Crassus, Pompeius the Great by the - waters <br /> Of Egypt lies. Julius, ungrateful Rome stained with his - life blood. <br /> And earth has divided their ashes, unable to suffer - <br /> The weight of so many tombs. These are the wages of glory! <br /> - There lies between Naples and Great Puteoli, a chasm <br /> Deep cloven, - and Cocytus churns there his current; the vapor <br /> In fury escapes - from the gorge with that lethal spray laden. <br /> No green in the - aututun is there, no grass gladdens the meadow, <br /> The supple twigs - never resound with the twittering singing <br /> Of birds in the - Springtime. But chaos, volcanic black boulders <br /> Of pumice lie Happy - within their drear setting of cypress. <br /> Amidst these infernal - surroundings the ruler of Hades <br /> Uplifted his head by the funeral - flames silhouetted <br /> And sprinkled with white from the ashes of - corpses; and challenged <br /> Winged Fortune in words such as these: ‘Oh - thou fickle controller <br /> Of things upon earth and in heaven, - security’s foeman, <br /> Oh Chance! Oh thou lover eternally faithful to - change, and <br /> Possession’s betrayer, dost own thyself crushed by the - power <br /> Of Rome? Canst not raise up the tottering mass to its - downfall <br /> Its strength the young manhood of Rome now despises, and - staggers <br /> In bearing the booty heaped up by its efforts: behold how - <br /> They lavish their spoils! Wealth run mad now brings down their - destruction. <br /> They build out of gold and their palaces reach to the - heavens; <br /> The sea is expelled by their moles and their pastures are - oceans; <br /> They war against Nature in changing the state of creation. - <br /> They threaten my kingdom! Earth yawns with their tunnels deep - driven <br /> To furnish the stone for their madmen’s foundations; - already <br /> The mountains are hollowed and now but re-echoing caverns; - <br /> While man quarries marble to serve his vainglorious purpose <br /> - The spirits infernal confess that they hope to win Heaven! <br /> Arise, - then, O Chance, change thy countenance peaceful to warlike <br /> And - harry the Romans, consign to my kingdom the fallen. <br /> Ah, long is it - now since my lips were with blood cooled and moistened, <br /> Nor has my - Tisiphone bathed her blood-lusting body <br /> Since Sulla’s sword drank - to repletion and earth’s bristling harvest <br /> Grew ripe upon blood + <br > “Three chieftains did fortune bring forth, whom the fury of + battles <br > Destroyed; and interred, each one under a mountain of + weapons; <br > The Parthian has Crassus, Pompeius the Great by the + waters <br > Of Egypt lies. Julius, ungrateful Rome stained with his + life blood. <br > And earth has divided their ashes, unable to suffer + <br > The weight of so many tombs. These are the wages of glory! <br > + There lies between Naples and Great Puteoli, a chasm <br > Deep cloven, + and Cocytus churns there his current; the vapor <br > In fury escapes + from the gorge with that lethal spray laden. <br > No green in the + aututun is there, no grass gladdens the meadow, <br > The supple twigs + never resound with the twittering singing <br > Of birds in the + Springtime. But chaos, volcanic black boulders <br > Of pumice lie Happy + within their drear setting of cypress. <br > Amidst these infernal + surroundings the ruler of Hades <br > Uplifted his head by the funeral + flames silhouetted <br > And sprinkled with white from the ashes of + corpses; and challenged <br > Winged Fortune in words such as these: ‘Oh + thou fickle controller <br > Of things upon earth and in heaven, + security’s foeman, <br > Oh Chance! Oh thou lover eternally faithful to + change, and <br > Possession’s betrayer, dost own thyself crushed by the + power <br > Of Rome? Canst not raise up the tottering mass to its + downfall <br > Its strength the young manhood of Rome now despises, and + staggers <br > In bearing the booty heaped up by its efforts: behold how + <br > They lavish their spoils! Wealth run mad now brings down their + destruction. <br > They build out of gold and their palaces reach to the + heavens; <br > The sea is expelled by their moles and their pastures are + oceans; <br > They war against Nature in changing the state of creation. + <br > They threaten my kingdom! Earth yawns with their tunnels deep + driven <br > To furnish the stone for their madmen’s foundations; + already <br > The mountains are hollowed and now but re-echoing caverns; + <br > While man quarries marble to serve his vainglorious purpose <br > + The spirits infernal confess that they hope to win Heaven! <br > Arise, + then, O Chance, change thy countenance peaceful to warlike <br > And + harry the Romans, consign to my kingdom the fallen. <br > Ah, long is it + now since my lips were with blood cooled and moistened, <br > Nor has my + Tisiphone bathed her blood-lusting body <br > Since Sulla’s sword drank + to repletion and earth’s bristling harvest <br > Grew ripe upon blood and thrust up to the light of the sunshine!’” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “He spake ... and attempted to clasp the right hand of Fortuna, - <br /> But ruptured the crust of the earth, deeply cloven, asunder. <br /> - Then from her capricious heart Fortune made answer: ‘O father <br /> Whom - Cocytus’ deepest abysses obey, if to forecast <br /> The future I may, - without fear, thy petition shall prosper; <br /> For no less consuming - the anger that wars in this bosom, <br /> The flame no less poignant, - that burns to my marrow All favors <br /> I gave to the bulwarks of Rome, - now, I hate them. My <br /> Gifts I repent! The same God who built up - their dominion <br /> Shall bring down destruction upon it. In burning - their manhood <br /> My heart shall delight and its blood-lust shall - slake with their slaughter. <br /> Now Philippi’s field I can see strewn - with dead of two battles <br /> And Thessaly’s funeral pyres and Iberia - mourning. <br /> Already the clangor of arms thrills my ears, and rings - loudly: <br /> Thou, Lybian Nile, I can see now thy barriers groaning - <br /> And Actium’s gulf and Apollo’s darts quailing the warriors! <br /> - Then, open thy thirsty dominions and summon fresh spirits; <br /> For - scarce will the ferryman’s strength be sufficient to carry <br /> The - souls of the dead in his skiff: ‘tis a fleet that is needed! <br /> Thou, - Pallid Tisiphone, slake with wide ruin, thy thirsting <br /> And tear + <br > “He spake ... and attempted to clasp the right hand of Fortuna, + <br > But ruptured the crust of the earth, deeply cloven, asunder. <br > + Then from her capricious heart Fortune made answer: ‘O father <br > Whom + Cocytus’ deepest abysses obey, if to forecast <br > The future I may, + without fear, thy petition shall prosper; <br > For no less consuming + the anger that wars in this bosom, <br > The flame no less poignant, + that burns to my marrow All favors <br > I gave to the bulwarks of Rome, + now, I hate them. My <br > Gifts I repent! The same God who built up + their dominion <br > Shall bring down destruction upon it. In burning + their manhood <br > My heart shall delight and its blood-lust shall + slake with their slaughter. <br > Now Philippi’s field I can see strewn + with dead of two battles <br > And Thessaly’s funeral pyres and Iberia + mourning. <br > Already the clangor of arms thrills my ears, and rings + loudly: <br > Thou, Lybian Nile, I can see now thy barriers groaning + <br > And Actium’s gulf and Apollo’s darts quailing the warriors! <br > + Then, open thy thirsty dominions and summon fresh spirits; <br > For + scarce will the ferryman’s strength be sufficient to carry <br > The + souls of the dead in his skiff: ‘tis a fleet that is needed! <br > Thou, + Pallid Tisiphone, slake with wide ruin, thy thirsting <br > And tear ghastly wounds: mangled earth sinks to hell and the spirits.’” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “But scarce had she finished, when trembled the clouds; and a - gleaming <br /> Bright flash of Jove’s lightning transfixed them with - flame and was gone. <br /> The Lord of the Shades blanched with fear, at - this bolt of his brother’s, <br /> Sank back, and drew closely together - the gorge in Earth’s bosom. <br /> By auspices straightway the slaughter - of men and the evils <br /> Impending are shown by the gods. Here, the - Titan unsightly <br /> Blood red, veils his face with a twilight; on - strife fratricidal <br /> Already he gazed, thou hadst thought! There, - silvery Cynthia <br /> Obscuring her face at the full, denied light to - the outrage. <br /> The mountain crests riven by rock-slides roll - thundering downward <br /> And wandering rivers, to rivulets shrunk, - writhed no longer <br /> Familiar marges between. With the clangor of - armor <br /> The heavens resound; from the stars wafts the thrill of a - trumpet <br /> Sounding the call to arms. AEtna, now roused to eruption - <br /> Unwonted, darts flashes of flame to the clouds. Flitting phantoms - <br /> Appear midst the tombs and unburied bones, gibbering menace <br /> - A comet, strange stars in its diadem, leads a procession <br /> And - reddens the skies with its fire. Showers of blood fall from heaven <br /> - These portents the Deity shortly fulfilled! For now Caesar <br /> Forsook - vacillation and, spurred by the love of revenge, sheathed <br /> The - Gallic sword; brandished the brand that proclaimed civil warfare. <br /> + <br > “But scarce had she finished, when trembled the clouds; and a + gleaming <br > Bright flash of Jove’s lightning transfixed them with + flame and was gone. <br > The Lord of the Shades blanched with fear, at + this bolt of his brother’s, <br > Sank back, and drew closely together + the gorge in Earth’s bosom. <br > By auspices straightway the slaughter + of men and the evils <br > Impending are shown by the gods. Here, the + Titan unsightly <br > Blood red, veils his face with a twilight; on + strife fratricidal <br > Already he gazed, thou hadst thought! There, + silvery Cynthia <br > Obscuring her face at the full, denied light to + the outrage. <br > The mountain crests riven by rock-slides roll + thundering downward <br > And wandering rivers, to rivulets shrunk, + writhed no longer <br > Familiar marges between. With the clangor of + armor <br > The heavens resound; from the stars wafts the thrill of a + trumpet <br > Sounding the call to arms. AEtna, now roused to eruption + <br > Unwonted, darts flashes of flame to the clouds. Flitting phantoms + <br > Appear midst the tombs and unburied bones, gibbering menace <br > + A comet, strange stars in its diadem, leads a procession <br > And + reddens the skies with its fire. Showers of blood fall from heaven <br > + These portents the Deity shortly fulfilled! For now Caesar <br > Forsook + vacillation and, spurred by the love of revenge, sheathed <br > The + Gallic sword; brandished the brand that proclaimed civil warfare. <br > There, high in the Alps, where the crags, by a Greek god once trodden, - <br /> Slope down and permit of approach, is a spot ever sacred <br /> To - Hercules’ altar; the winter with frozen snow seals it <br /> And rears to - the heavens a summit eternally hoary, <br /> As though the sky there had - slipped down: no warmth from the sunbeams, <br /> No breath from the - Springtime can soften the pile’s wintry rigor <br /> Nor slacken the - frost chains that bind; and its menacing shoulders <br /> The weight of - the world could sustain. With victorious legions <br /> These crests - Caesar trod and selected a camp. Gazing downwards <br /> On Italy’s - plains rolling far, from the top of the mountain, <br /> He lifted both - hands to the heavens, his voice rose in prayer: <br /> ‘Omnipotent Jove, - and thou, refuge of Saturn whose glory <br /> Was brightened by feats of - my armies and crowned with my triumphs, <br /> Bear witness! Unwillingly - summon I Mars to these armies, <br /> Unwillingly draw I the sword! But - injustice compels me. <br /> While enemy blood dyes the Rhine and the - Alps are held firmly <br /> Repulsing a second assault of the Gauls on - our city, <br /> She dubs me an outcast! And Victory makes me an exile! - <br /> To triumphs three score, and defeats of the Germans, my treason - <br /> I trace! How can they fear my glory or see in my battles <br /> A - menace? But hirelings, and vile, to whom my Rome is but a <br /> - Stepmother! Methinks that no craven this sword arm shall hamper <br /> - And take not a stroke in repost. On to victory, comrades, <br /> While - anger seethes hot. With the sword we will seek a decision <br /> The doom - lowering down is a peril to all, and the treason. <br /> My gratitude owe - I to you, not alone have I conquered! <br /> Since punishment waits by - our trophies and victory merits <br /> Disgrace, then let Chance cast the - lots. Raise the standard of battle; <br /> Again take your swords. Well I - know that my cause is accomplished <br /> Amidst such armed warriors I - know that I cannot be beaten.’ <br /> While yet the words echoed, from - heaven the bird of Apollo <br /> Vouchsafed a good omen and beat with his - pinions the ether. <br /> From out of the left of a gloomy grove strange - voices sounded <br /> And flame flashed thereafter! The sun gleamed with - brighter refulgence <br /> Unwonted, his face in a halo of golden flame + <br > Slope down and permit of approach, is a spot ever sacred <br > To + Hercules’ altar; the winter with frozen snow seals it <br > And rears to + the heavens a summit eternally hoary, <br > As though the sky there had + slipped down: no warmth from the sunbeams, <br > No breath from the + Springtime can soften the pile’s wintry rigor <br > Nor slacken the + frost chains that bind; and its menacing shoulders <br > The weight of + the world could sustain. With victorious legions <br > These crests + Caesar trod and selected a camp. Gazing downwards <br > On Italy’s + plains rolling far, from the top of the mountain, <br > He lifted both + hands to the heavens, his voice rose in prayer: <br > ‘Omnipotent Jove, + and thou, refuge of Saturn whose glory <br > Was brightened by feats of + my armies and crowned with my triumphs, <br > Bear witness! Unwillingly + summon I Mars to these armies, <br > Unwillingly draw I the sword! But + injustice compels me. <br > While enemy blood dyes the Rhine and the + Alps are held firmly <br > Repulsing a second assault of the Gauls on + our city, <br > She dubs me an outcast! And Victory makes me an exile! + <br > To triumphs three score, and defeats of the Germans, my treason + <br > I trace! How can they fear my glory or see in my battles <br > A + menace? But hirelings, and vile, to whom my Rome is but a <br > + Stepmother! Methinks that no craven this sword arm shall hamper <br > + And take not a stroke in repost. On to victory, comrades, <br > While + anger seethes hot. With the sword we will seek a decision <br > The doom + lowering down is a peril to all, and the treason. <br > My gratitude owe + I to you, not alone have I conquered! <br > Since punishment waits by + our trophies and victory merits <br > Disgrace, then let Chance cast the + lots. Raise the standard of battle; <br > Again take your swords. Well I + know that my cause is accomplished <br > Amidst such armed warriors I + know that I cannot be beaten.’ <br > While yet the words echoed, from + heaven the bird of Apollo <br > Vouchsafed a good omen and beat with his + pinions the ether. <br > From out of the left of a gloomy grove strange + voices sounded <br > And flame flashed thereafter! The sun gleamed with + brighter refulgence <br > Unwonted, his face in a halo of golden flame shining.” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “By omens emboldened, to follow, the battle-flags, Caesar <br /> - Commanded; and boldly led on down the perilous pathway. <br /> The - footing, firm-fettered by frost chains and ice, did not hinder <br /> At - first, but lay silent, the kindly cold masking its grimness; <br /> But, - after the squadrons of cavalry shattered the clouds, bound <br /> By ice, - and the trembling steeds crushed in the mail of the rivers, <br /> Then, - melted the snows! And soon torrents newborn, from the heights of <br /> - The mountains rush down: but these also, as if by commandment <br /> Grow - rigid, and, turn into ice, in their headlong rush downwards! <br /> Now, - that which rushed madly a moment before, must be hacked through! <br /> + <br > “By omens emboldened, to follow, the battle-flags, Caesar <br > + Commanded; and boldly led on down the perilous pathway. <br > The + footing, firm-fettered by frost chains and ice, did not hinder <br > At + first, but lay silent, the kindly cold masking its grimness; <br > But, + after the squadrons of cavalry shattered the clouds, bound <br > By ice, + and the trembling steeds crushed in the mail of the rivers, <br > Then, + melted the snows! And soon torrents newborn, from the heights of <br > + The mountains rush down: but these also, as if by commandment <br > Grow + rigid, and, turn into ice, in their headlong rush downwards! <br > Now, + that which rushed madly a moment before, must be hacked through! <br > But now, it was treacherous, baffling their steps and their footing - <br /> Deceiving; and men, horses, arms, fall in heaps, in confusion. - <br /> And see! Now the clouds, by an icy gale smitten, their burden - <br /> Discharge! Lo! the gusts of the whirlwind swirl fiercely about - them; <br /> The sky in convulsions, with swollen hail buffets them - sorely. <br /> Already the clouds themselves rupture and smother their - weapons, <br /> An avalanche icy roars down like a billow of ocean; <br /> - Earth lay overwhelmed by the drifts of the snow and the planets <br /> Of - heaven are blotted from sight; overwhelmed are the rivers <br /> That - cling to their banks, but unconquered is Caesar! His javelin <br /> He - leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling <br /> Grim - ice fields across! As, spurred on by the lust, of adventure <br /> - Amphitryon’s offspring came striding the Caucasus slopes down; <br /> Or - Jupiter’s menacing mien as, from lofty Olympus <br /> He leaped, the - doomed giants to crush and to scatter their weapons. <br /> While Caesar - in anger the swelling peaks treads down, winged rumor <br /> In terror - flies forth and on beating wings seeks the high summit <br /> Of Palatine - tall: every image she rocks with her message <br /> Announcing this - thunderbolt Roman! Already, the ocean <br /> Is tossing his fleets! Now - his cavalry, reeking with German <br /> Gore, pours from the Alps! - Slaughter, bloodshed, and weapons <br /> The red panorama of war is - unrolled to their vision! <br /> By terror their hearts are divided: two - counsels perplex them! <br /> One chooses by land to seek flight: to - another, the water <br /> Appeals, and the sea than his own land is - safer! Another <br /> Will stand to his arms and advantage extort from - Fate’s mandate. <br /> The depth of their fear marks the length of their - flight! In confusion <br /> The people itself--shameful spectacle--driven - by terror <br /> Is led to abandon the city. Rome glories in fleeing! - <br /> The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor - <br /> Relinquished their firesides to mourning! One citizen, palsied - <br /> With terror, his children embraces: another, his penates <br /> - Conceals in his bosom; then, weeping, takes leave of his threshold <br /> - And slaughters the distant invader--with curses! Their spouses <br /> + <br > Deceiving; and men, horses, arms, fall in heaps, in confusion. + <br > And see! Now the clouds, by an icy gale smitten, their burden + <br > Discharge! Lo! the gusts of the whirlwind swirl fiercely about + them; <br > The sky in convulsions, with swollen hail buffets them + sorely. <br > Already the clouds themselves rupture and smother their + weapons, <br > An avalanche icy roars down like a billow of ocean; <br > + Earth lay overwhelmed by the drifts of the snow and the planets <br > Of + heaven are blotted from sight; overwhelmed are the rivers <br > That + cling to their banks, but unconquered is Caesar! His javelin <br > He + leans on and scrunches with firm step a passage the bristling <br > Grim + ice fields across! As, spurred on by the lust, of adventure <br > + Amphitryon’s offspring came striding the Caucasus slopes down; <br > Or + Jupiter’s menacing mien as, from lofty Olympus <br > He leaped, the + doomed giants to crush and to scatter their weapons. <br > While Caesar + in anger the swelling peaks treads down, winged rumor <br > In terror + flies forth and on beating wings seeks the high summit <br > Of Palatine + tall: every image she rocks with her message <br > Announcing this + thunderbolt Roman! Already, the ocean <br > Is tossing his fleets! Now + his cavalry, reeking with German <br > Gore, pours from the Alps! + Slaughter, bloodshed, and weapons <br > The red panorama of war is + unrolled to their vision! <br > By terror their hearts are divided: two + counsels perplex them! <br > One chooses by land to seek flight: to + another, the water <br > Appeals, and the sea than his own land is + safer! Another <br > Will stand to his arms and advantage extort from + Fate’s mandate. <br > The depth of their fear marks the length of their + flight! In confusion <br > The people itself--shameful spectacle--driven + by terror <br > Is led to abandon the city. Rome glories in fleeing! + <br > The Quirites from battle blench! Cowed by the breath of a rumor + <br > Relinquished their firesides to mourning! One citizen, palsied + <br > With terror, his children embraces: another, his penates <br > + Conceals in his bosom; then, weeping, takes leave of his threshold <br > + And slaughters the distant invader--with curses! Their spouses <br > Some clasp to their sorrow-wracked bosoms! Youths carry their fathers - <br /> Bowed down with old age, uninured to the bearing of burdens. <br /> - They seize what they dread to lose most. Inexperience drags all <br /> - Its chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster <br /> Piles - up the churned waters and tumbles them: never a yard-arm <br /> Nor - rudder to answer the hand, here, one fashions a life-raft <br /> Of pine - planks, another steers into some bay on a lee shore, <br /> Another will - crack on and run from the gale and to Fortune <br /> Trust all! But why - sorrow for trifles? The consuls, with Pompey <br /> The Great--he, the - terror of Pontus, of savage Hydaspes <br /> Explorer, the reef that - wrecked pirates, caused Jove to turn livid, <br /> When thrice was a - triumph decreed him, whom Pontus’ vexed water <br /> And pacified billows - of Bosphorus worshipped! Disgraceful their <br /> Flight! Title and glory - forsaking! Now Fortune capricious <br /> Looks down on the back of great + <br > Bowed down with old age, uninured to the bearing of burdens. <br > + They seize what they dread to lose most. Inexperience drags all <br > + Its chattels to camp and to battle: as, when powerful Auster <br > Piles + up the churned waters and tumbles them: never a yard-arm <br > Nor + rudder to answer the hand, here, one fashions a life-raft <br > Of pine + planks, another steers into some bay on a lee shore, <br > Another will + crack on and run from the gale and to Fortune <br > Trust all! But why + sorrow for trifles? The consuls, with Pompey <br > The Great--he, the + terror of Pontus, of savage Hydaspes <br > Explorer, the reef that + wrecked pirates, caused Jove to turn livid, <br > When thrice was a + triumph decreed him, whom Pontus’ vexed water <br > And pacified billows + of Bosphorus worshipped! Disgraceful their <br > Flight! Title and glory + forsaking! Now Fortune capricious <br > Looks down on the back of great Pompey retreating in terror!” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “So great a misfortune disrupted the concord of heaven <br /> And - gods swelled the rout in their panic! Behold through creation <br /> The - gentle divinities flee from the ravening earth; in <br /> Their loathing - they turn from humanity, doomed to destruction! <br /> And first of all, - Peace, with her snowy white arms, hides her visage <br /> Defeated, her - helmet beneath and, abandoning earth, flees <br /> To seek out the realm - of implacable Dis, as a refuge <br /> Meek Faith her companion, and - Justice with locks loosely flowing, <br /> And Concord, in tears, and her - raiment in tatters, attend her. <br /> The minions of Pluto pour forth - from the portals of darkness <br /> That yawn: the serpent-haired Fury, - Bellona the Savage, <br /> Megoera with firebrands, destruction, and - treachery, livid <br /> Death’s likeness! Among them is Frenzy, as, free, - with her lashings <br /> Snapped short, she now raises her gory head, - shielding her features <br /> Deep scarred by innumerous wounds ‘neath - her helmet blood-clotted. <br /> Her left arm she guards with a - battle-scarred shield scored by weapons, <br /> And numberless - spear-heads protrude from its surface: her right hand <br /> A flaming - torch brandishes, kindling a flame that will burn up <br /> The world! - Now the gods are on earth and the skies note their absence; <br /> The - planets disordered their orbits attempt! Into factions <br /> The heavens - divide; first Dione espouses the cause of <br /> Her Caesar. Minerva next - steps to her side and the great son <br /> Of Ares, his mighty spear - brandishing! Phoebus espouses <br /> The cause of Great Pompey: his - sister and Mercury also <br /> And Hercules like unto him in his travels - and labors. <br /> The trumpets call! Discord her Stygian head lifts to - heaven <br /> Her tresses disheveled, her features with clotted blood - covered, <br /> Tears pour from her bruised eyes, her iron fangs thick - coated with rust, <br /> Her tongue distils poison, her features are - haloed with serpents, <br /> Her hideous bosom is visible under her - tatters, <br /> A torch with a blood red flame waves from her tremulous - right hand. <br /> Emerging from Cocytus dark and from Tartarus murky - <br /> She strode to the crests of the Apennines noble, the prospect - <br /> Of earth to survey, spread before her the world panorama <br /> Its - shores and the armies that march on its surface: these words then <br /> - Burst out of her bosom malignant: ‘To arms, now, ye nations, <br /> While - anger seethes hot, seize your arms, set the torch to the cities, <br /> - Who skulks now is lost; neither woman nor child nor the aged <br /> Bowed + <br > “So great a misfortune disrupted the concord of heaven <br > And + gods swelled the rout in their panic! Behold through creation <br > The + gentle divinities flee from the ravening earth; in <br > Their loathing + they turn from humanity, doomed to destruction! <br > And first of all, + Peace, with her snowy white arms, hides her visage <br > Defeated, her + helmet beneath and, abandoning earth, flees <br > To seek out the realm + of implacable Dis, as a refuge <br > Meek Faith her companion, and + Justice with locks loosely flowing, <br > And Concord, in tears, and her + raiment in tatters, attend her. <br > The minions of Pluto pour forth + from the portals of darkness <br > That yawn: the serpent-haired Fury, + Bellona the Savage, <br > Megoera with firebrands, destruction, and + treachery, livid <br > Death’s likeness! Among them is Frenzy, as, free, + with her lashings <br > Snapped short, she now raises her gory head, + shielding her features <br > Deep scarred by innumerous wounds ‘neath + her helmet blood-clotted. <br > Her left arm she guards with a + battle-scarred shield scored by weapons, <br > And numberless + spear-heads protrude from its surface: her right hand <br > A flaming + torch brandishes, kindling a flame that will burn up <br > The world! + Now the gods are on earth and the skies note their absence; <br > The + planets disordered their orbits attempt! Into factions <br > The heavens + divide; first Dione espouses the cause of <br > Her Caesar. Minerva next + steps to her side and the great son <br > Of Ares, his mighty spear + brandishing! Phoebus espouses <br > The cause of Great Pompey: his + sister and Mercury also <br > And Hercules like unto him in his travels + and labors. <br > The trumpets call! Discord her Stygian head lifts to + heaven <br > Her tresses disheveled, her features with clotted blood + covered, <br > Tears pour from her bruised eyes, her iron fangs thick + coated with rust, <br > Her tongue distils poison, her features are + haloed with serpents, <br > Her hideous bosom is visible under her + tatters, <br > A torch with a blood red flame waves from her tremulous + right hand. <br > Emerging from Cocytus dark and from Tartarus murky + <br > She strode to the crests of the Apennines noble, the prospect + <br > Of earth to survey, spread before her the world panorama <br > Its + shores and the armies that march on its surface: these words then <br > + Burst out of her bosom malignant: ‘To arms, now, ye nations, <br > While + anger seethes hot, seize your arms, set the torch to the cities, <br > + Who skulks now is lost; neither woman nor child nor the aged <br > Bowed down with their years shall find quarter: the whole world will tremble - <br /> And rooftrees themselves shall crash down and take part in the - struggle. <br /> Marcellus, hold firm for the law! And thou, Curio, - madden <br /> The rabble! Thou, Lentulus, strive not to check valiant - Ares! <br /> Thou, Cesar divine, why delayest thou now thine invasion? - <br /> Why smash not the gates, why not level the walls of the cities, - <br /> Their treasures to pillage? Thou, Magnus, dost not know the secret - <br /> Of holding the hills of Rome? Take thou the walls of Dyrrachium, - <br /> Let Thessaly’s harbors be dyed with the blood of the Romans!’ - <br /> On earth was obeyed every detail of Discord’s commandment.” + <br > And rooftrees themselves shall crash down and take part in the + struggle. <br > Marcellus, hold firm for the law! And thou, Curio, + madden <br > The rabble! Thou, Lentulus, strive not to check valiant + Ares! <br > Thou, Cesar divine, why delayest thou now thine invasion? + <br > Why smash not the gates, why not level the walls of the cities, + <br > Their treasures to pillage? Thou, Magnus, dost not know the secret + <br > Of holding the hills of Rome? Take thou the walls of Dyrrachium, + <br > Let Thessaly’s harbors be dyed with the blood of the Romans!’ + <br > On earth was obeyed every detail of Discord’s commandment.” </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -6504,30 +6450,29 @@ Produced by David Widger who we might be or whence we had come that we gave them no cause for doubt. They immediately fell to wrangling in their desire to heap their own riches upon Eumolpus and every fortune-hunter solicited his favor with - presents. <br /><br /> + presents. <br ><br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /> <br /> <a name="linkVOLUME_V." - id="linkVOLUME_V."></a> <br /> <br /> + <br ><br > <br ><br > <br > <br > <a id="linkVOLUME_V."></a> <br > <br > </p> <h1> VOLUME V. </h1> <p> - <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > </p> <h2> AFFAIRS AT CROTONA </h2> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> For a long time affairs at Crotona ran along in this manner and Eumolpus, @@ -6552,20 +6497,19 @@ Produced by David Widger Polyaenos, the name I had assumed since my metamorphosis, informed me that her mistress desired leave to speak with me. “You must be mistaken,” I answered, in confusion, “I am only a servant and a stranger, and am by no - means worthy of such an honor.”) <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp306" - id="linkp306"></a> + means worthy of such an honor.”) <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp306"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p306.jpg (69K)" src="images/p306.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p306.jpg (69K)" src="images/p306.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (“You yourself,” she replied, “are the one to whom I was sent but,) @@ -6600,8 +6544,8 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Each one will find what suits his taste, one thing is not for all, - <br /> One gathers roses as his share, another thorns enthrall. + <br > Each one will find what suits his taste, one thing is not for all, + <br > One gathers roses as his share, another thorns enthrall. </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -6623,30 +6567,30 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Oh Jove, what’s come to pass that thou, thine armor cast away - <br /> Art mute in heaven; and but an idle tale? <br /> At such a time the - horns should sprout, the raging bull hold sway, <br /> Or they white hair - beneath swan’s down conceal <br /> Here’s Dana’s self! But touch that - lovely form <br /> Thy limbs will melt beneath thy passions’ storm! + <br > Oh Jove, what’s come to pass that thou, thine armor cast away + <br > Art mute in heaven; and but an idle tale? <br > At such a time the + horns should sprout, the raging bull hold sway, <br > Or they white hair + beneath swan’s down conceal <br > Here’s Dana’s self! But touch that + lovely form <br > Thy limbs will melt beneath thy passions’ storm! </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp310" id="linkp310"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp310"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p310.jpg (79K)" src="images/p310.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p310.jpg (79K)" src="images/p310.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <p> - She was delighted and so be witchingly did she smile that I seemed to see + She was delighted and so bewitchingly did she smile that I seemed to see the full moon showing her face from behind a cloud. Then, punctuating her words with her fingers, “Dear boy, if you are not too critical to enjoy a woman of wealth who has but this year known her first man, I offer you a @@ -6658,7 +6602,7 @@ Produced by David Widger If you permit me to kneel before your shrine you will find me a true votary and, that you may not think I approach this temple of love without a gift, I make you a present of my brother!” “What,” she exclaimed, “would - you really sacrifice the only one without whom you. could not live’? The + you really sacrifice the only one without whom you could not live? The one upon whose kisses your happiness depends. Him whom you love as I would have you love me?” Such sweetness permeated her voice as she said this, so entrancing was the sound upon the listening air that you would have @@ -6678,30 +6622,30 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> With flowers like these did Mother Earth great Ida’s summit strew - <br /> When Jupiter, his heart aflame, enjoyed his lawful love; <br /> - There glowed the rose, the flowering rush, the violet’s deep blue, <br /> - From out green meadows snow-white lilies laughed. Then from above, <br /> - This setting summoned Venus to the green and tender sod, <br /> Bright + <br > With flowers like these did Mother Earth great Ida’s summit strew + <br > When Jupiter, his heart aflame, enjoyed his lawful love; <br > + There glowed the rose, the flowering rush, the violet’s deep blue, <br > + From out green meadows snow-white lilies laughed. Then from above, <br > + This setting summoned Venus to the green and tender sod, <br > Bright day smiled kindly on the secret amour of the God. </p> </blockquote> <p> Side by side upon the grassy plot we lay, exchanging a thousand kisses, the prelude to more poignant pleasure, (but alas! My sudden loss of vigor - disappointed Circe!) <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp314" id="linkp314"></a> + disappointed Circe!) <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp314"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p314.jpg (116K)" src="images/p314.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p314.jpg (116K)" src="images/p314.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (Infuriated at this affront,) “What’s the matter,” demanded she; “do my @@ -6724,15 +6668,15 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> As when, in the sleep-bringing night <br /> Dreams sport with the - wandering eyes, <br /> And earth, spaded up, yields to light <br /> Her - gold that by day she denies, <br /> The stealthy hand snatches the - spoils; <br /> The face with cold sweat is suffused <br /> And Fear grips - him tight in her toils <br /> Lest robbers the secret have used <br /> And - shake out the gold from his breast. <br /> But, when they depart from his - brain, <br /> These enchantments by which he’s obsessed, <br /> And Truth - comes again with her train <br /> Restoring perspective and pain, <br /> - The phantasm lives to the last, <br /> The mind dwells with shades of the + <br > As when, in the sleep-bringing night <br > Dreams sport with the + wandering eyes, <br > And earth, spaded up, yields to light <br > Her + gold that by day she denies, <br > The stealthy hand snatches the + spoils; <br > The face with cold sweat is suffused <br > And Fear grips + him tight in her toils <br > Lest robbers the secret have used <br > And + shake out the gold from his breast. <br > But, when they depart from his + brain, <br > These enchantments by which he’s obsessed, <br > And Truth + comes again with her train <br > Restoring perspective and pain, <br > + The phantasm lives to the last, <br > The mind dwells with shades of the past. </p> </blockquote> @@ -6755,13 +6699,13 @@ Produced by David Widger but reason prevails now over love and wantonness.”) “And for the Socratic continence of your love, I thank you in his name,” (he replied sarcastically,) “Alcibiades was never more spotless when he left his - master’s bed!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + master’s bed!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Believe me, ‘brother,’ when I tell you that I do not know whether I am a @@ -6805,13 +6749,13 @@ Produced by David Widger trouble. Just return a diplomatic answer to my mistress and restore her self-esteem by frank courtesy for, truth to tell, she has never been herself from the minute she received that affront.” I gladly followed the - maid’s advice and wrote upon the tablets as follows: <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + maid’s advice and wrote upon the tablets as follows: <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> @@ -6846,13 +6790,13 @@ Produced by David Widger condiments, and I also drank more sparingly of wine; then, taking a short walk before settling down to sleep, I went to bed without Giton. So anxious was I to please her that I feared the outcome if my “brother” lay - tickling my side. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + tickling my side. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Finding myself vigorous in mind and body when I arose next morning, I went @@ -6861,8 +6805,8 @@ Produced by David Widger a short stroll and had just seated myself where I had sat the day before, when she came under the trees, leading a little old woman by the hand. “Well, Mr. Squeamish,” she chirped, when she had greeted me, “have you - recovered your appetite?” In the meantime, the old hag: <br /> A - wine-soaked crone with twitching lips <br /> + recovered your appetite?” In the meantime, the old hag: <br > A + wine-soaked crone with twitching lips <br > </p> <p> brought out a twisted hank of different colored yarns and put it about my @@ -6872,8 +6816,8 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> As long as life remains, there’s hope; <br /> Thou rustic God, oh - hear our prayer, <br /> Great Priapus, I thee invoke, <br /> Temper our + <br > As long as life remains, there’s hope; <br > Thou rustic God, oh + hear our prayer, <br > Great Priapus, I thee invoke, <br > Temper our arms to dare! </p> </blockquote> @@ -6892,13 +6836,13 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Shorn of its top, the swaying pine here casts a <br /> summer shade - <br /> And quivering cypress, and the stately plane <br /> And berry-laden - laurel. A brook’s wimpling waters strayed <br /> Lashed into foam, but - dancing on again <br /> And rolling pebbles in their chattering flow. - <br /> ‘Twas Love’s own nook, <br /> As forest nightingale and urban - Procne undertook <br /> To bear true witness; hovering, the gleaming - grass above <br /> And tender violets; wooing with song, their stolen + <br > Shorn of its top, the swaying pine here casts a <br > summer shade + <br > And quivering cypress, and the stately plane <br > And berry-laden + laurel. A brook’s wimpling waters strayed <br > Lashed into foam, but + dancing on again <br > And rolling pebbles in their chattering flow. + <br > ‘Twas Love’s own nook, <br > As forest nightingale and urban + Procne undertook <br > To bear true witness; hovering, the gleaming + grass above <br > And tender violets; wooing with song, their stolen love. </p> </blockquote> @@ -6911,23 +6855,23 @@ Produced by David Widger a wall had been raised between us, “Well, Mr. Paralytic,” she teased, “have you brought all of yourself along today?” “Why ask me,” I replied, “why not try me instead?” and throwing myself bodily into her arms, I - revelled in her kisses with no witchcraft to stop me. <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp322" id="linkp322"></a> + revelled in her kisses with no witchcraft to stop me. <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp322"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p322.jpg (97K)" src="images/p322.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p322.jpg (97K)" src="images/p322.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SECOND. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> - The loveliness of her form drew, me to her and summoned me to love. Our + The loveliness of her form drew me to her and summoned me to love. Our lips were pressed together in a torrent of smacking kisses, our groping hands had discovered every trick of excitation, and our bodies, clasped in a mutual embrace, had fused our souls into one, (and then, in the very @@ -6952,13 +6896,13 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Three times I grasped the two-edged blade <br /> The recreant to - cut away; <br /> Three times by Fear my hand was stayed <br /> And palsied - Terror said me nay <br /> That which I might have done before <br /> ‘Twas - now impossible to do; <br /> For, cold with Fear, the wretch withdrew - <br /> Into a thousand-wrinkled mare, <br /> And shrank in shame before my - gaze <br /> Nor would his head uncover more. <br /> But though the scamp - in terror skulked, <br /> With words I flayed him as he sulked. + <br > Three times I grasped the two-edged blade <br > The recreant to + cut away; <br > Three times by Fear my hand was stayed <br > And palsied + Terror said me nay <br > That which I might have done before <br > ‘Twas + now impossible to do; <br > For, cold with Fear, the wretch withdrew + <br > Into a thousand-wrinkled mare, <br > And shrank in shame before my + gaze <br > Nor would his head uncover more. <br > But though the scamp + in terror skulked, <br > With words I flayed him as he sulked. </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -6973,9 +6917,9 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> His eyes were fixed, and with averted look <br /> He stood, less - moved by any word of mine <br /> Than weeping willows bending o’er a - brook <br /> Or drooping poppies as at noon they pine. + <br > His eyes were fixed, and with averted look <br > He stood, less + moved by any word of mine <br > Than weeping willows bending o’er a + brook <br > Or drooping poppies as at noon they pine. </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -6997,23 +6941,23 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “Why will our Catos with their frowning brows <br /> Condemn a work - of fresh simplicity’? <br /> A cheerful kindness my pure speech endows; - <br /> What people do, I write, to my capacity. <br /> For who knows not - the pleasures Venus gives? <br /> Who will not in a warm bed tease his - members? <br /> Great Epicurus taught a truth that lives; <br /> Love and + <br > “Why will our Catos with their frowning brows <br > Condemn a work + of fresh simplicity’? <br > A cheerful kindness my pure speech endows; + <br > What people do, I write, to my capacity. <br > For who knows not + the pleasures Venus gives? <br > Who will not in a warm bed tease his + members? <br > Great Epicurus taught a truth that lives; <br > Love and enjoy life! All the rest is embers. </p> </blockquote> <p> “Nothing can be more insincere than the silly prejudices of mankind, and - nothing sillier than the morality of bigotry,” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + nothing sillier than the morality of bigotry,” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THIRD. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> I called Giton when I had finished my meditation: “Tell me, little @@ -7032,21 +6976,21 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “Of Bacchus and the nymphs, companion boon, <br /> Whom fair Dione - set o’er forests wide <br /> As God: whom Lesbos and green Thasos own - <br /> For deity, whom Lydians, far and wide <br /> Adore through all the - seasons of the year; <br /> Whose temple in his own Hypaepa placed, <br /> - Thou Dryad’s joy and Bacchus’, hear my prayer! <br /> To thee I come, by - no dark blood disgraced, <br /> No shrine, in wicked lust have I - profaned; <br /> When I was poor and worn with want, I sinned <br /> Not - by intent, a pauper’s sin’s not banned <br /> As of another! Unto thee I - pray <br /> Lift thou the load from off my tortured mind, <br /> Forgive a - light offense! When fortune smiles <br /> I’ll not thy glory shun and - leave behind <br /> Thy worship! Unto thee, a goat that feels <br /> His - primest vigor, father of the flocks <br /> Shall come! And suckling pigs, - the tender young <br /> Of some fine grunting sow! New wine, in crocks - <br /> Shall foam! Thy grateful praises shall be sung <br /> By youths who - thrice shall dance around thy shrine <br /> Happy, in youth and full of + <br > “Of Bacchus and the nymphs, companion boon, <br > Whom fair Dione + set o’er forests wide <br > As God: whom Lesbos and green Thasos own + <br > For deity, whom Lydians, far and wide <br > Adore through all the + seasons of the year; <br > Whose temple in his own Hypaepa placed, <br > + Thou Dryad’s joy and Bacchus’, hear my prayer! <br > To thee I come, by + no dark blood disgraced, <br > No shrine, in wicked lust have I + profaned; <br > When I was poor and worn with want, I sinned <br > Not + by intent, a pauper’s sin’s not banned <br > As of another! Unto thee I + pray <br > Lift thou the load from off my tortured mind, <br > Forgive a + light offense! When fortune smiles <br > I’ll not thy glory shun and + leave behind <br > Thy worship! Unto thee, a goat that feels <br > His + primest vigor, father of the flocks <br > Shall come! And suckling pigs, + the tender young <br > Of some fine grunting sow! New wine, in crocks + <br > Shall foam! Thy grateful praises shall be sung <br > By youths who + thrice shall dance around thy shrine <br > Happy, in youth and full of this year’s wine!” </p> </blockquote> @@ -7054,20 +6998,20 @@ Produced by David Widger While I was engaged in this diplomatic effort in behalf of the affected member, a hideous crone with disheveled hair, and clad in black garments which were in great: disorder, entered the shrine and, laying hands upon - me, led me {thoroughly frightened,} out into the portico. <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp330" id="linkp330"></a> + me, led me {thoroughly frightened,} out into the portico. <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp330"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p330.jpg (107K)" src="images/p330.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p330.jpg (107K)" src="images/p330.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOURTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “What witches” (she cried,) “have devoured your manhood? What filth did @@ -7086,11 +7030,11 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br />The sailor, naked from his foundered barque, <br />Some shipwrecked - mariner seeks out to hear his woe; <br />When hail beats down a farmer’s - crop, his cark <br />Seeks consolation from another, too. <br />Death - levels caste and sufferers unites, <br />And weeping parents are as one - in grief; <br />We also will beseech the starry heights, <br />United + <br >The sailor, naked from his foundered barque, <br >Some shipwrecked + mariner seeks out to hear his woe; <br >When hail beats down a farmer’s + crop, his cark <br >Seeks consolation from another, too. <br >Death + levels caste and sufferers unites, <br >And weeping parents are as one + in grief; <br >We also will beseech the starry heights, <br >United prayers climb best, is the belief. </p> </blockquote> @@ -7112,37 +7056,37 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> All that you see in the world must give heed to my mandates; <br /> - Blossoming earth, when I will it, must languish, a desert.’ <br /> Riches - pour forth, when I will it, from crags and grim boulders <br /> Waters - will spurt that will rival the Nile at its flooding <br /> Seas calm - their billows before me, gales silence their howlings, <br /> Hearing my - step! And the rivers sink into their channels; <br /> Dragons, Hyrcanian - tigers stand fast at my bidding! <br /> Why should I tell you of small - things? The image of Luna <br /> Drawn by my spells must descend, and - Apollo, atremble <br /> Backs up his horses and turns from his course at - my order! <br /> Such is the power of my word! By the rites of a virgin - <br /> Quenched is the raging of bulls; and the sun’s daughter Circe - <br /> Changed and transfigured the crew of the wily Ulysses. <br /> - Proteus changes his form when his good pleasure dictates, <br /> I, who - am skilled in these arts, can the shrubs of Mount Ida <br /> Plant in the + <br > All that you see in the world must give heed to my mandates; <br > + Blossoming earth, when I will it, must languish, a desert.’ <br > Riches + pour forth, when I will it, from crags and grim boulders <br > Waters + will spurt that will rival the Nile at its flooding <br > Seas calm + their billows before me, gales silence their howlings, <br > Hearing my + step! And the rivers sink into their channels; <br > Dragons, Hyrcanian + tigers stand fast at my bidding! <br > Why should I tell you of small + things? The image of Luna <br > Drawn by my spells must descend, and + Apollo, atremble <br > Backs up his horses and turns from his course at + my order! <br > Such is the power of my word! By the rites of a virgin + <br > Quenched is the raging of bulls; and the sun’s daughter Circe + <br > Changed and transfigured the crew of the wily Ulysses. <br > + Proteus changes his form when his good pleasure dictates, <br > I, who + am skilled in these arts, can the shrubs of Mount Ida <br > Plant in the ocean; turn rivers to flow up the mountains!” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp334" id="linkp334"></a> + <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp334"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p334.jpg (33K)" src="images/p334.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p334.jpg (33K)" src="images/p334.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIFTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> At this declaration, which was so awe-inspiring, I shuddered in terror, @@ -7170,29 +7114,29 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> No Indian ivory set in gold gleamed here, <br /> No trodden marble - glistened here; no earth <br /> Mocked for its gifts; but Ceres’ festive - grove: <br /> With willow wickerwork ‘twas set around, <br /> New cups of - clay by revolutions shaped <br /> Of lowly wheel. For honey soft, a bowl; - <br /> Platters of green bark wickerwork, a jar <br /> Stained by the - lifeblood of the God of Wine; <br /> The walls around with chaff and - spattered clay <br /> Were covered. Flanging from protruding nails <br /> - Were slender stalks of the green rush; and then <br /> Suspended from the - smoky beam, the stores <br /> Of this poor cottage. Service berries soft, - <br /> Entwined in fragrant wreaths hung down, <br /> Dried savory and - raisins by the bunch. <br /> An hostess here like she on Attic soil, - <br /> Of Hecate’s pure worship worthy she! <br /> Whose fame Kallimachos - so grandly sang <br /> ‘Twill live forever through the speaking years. + <br > No Indian ivory set in gold gleamed here, <br > No trodden marble + glistened here; no earth <br > Mocked for its gifts; but Ceres’ festive + grove: <br > With willow wickerwork ‘twas set around, <br > New cups of + clay by revolutions shaped <br > Of lowly wheel. For honey soft, a bowl; + <br > Platters of green bark wickerwork, a jar <br > Stained by the + lifeblood of the God of Wine; <br > The walls around with chaff and + spattered clay <br > Were covered. Hanging from protruding nails <br > + Were slender stalks of the green rush; and then <br > Suspended from the + smoky beam, the stores <br > Of this poor cottage. Service berries soft, + <br > Entwined in fragrant wreaths hung down, <br > Dried savory and + raisins by the bunch. <br > An hostess here like she on Attic soil, + <br > Of Hecate’s pure worship worthy she! <br > Whose fame Kallimachos + so grandly sang <br > ‘Twill live forever through the speaking years. </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SIXTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> In the meantime, (having shelled the beans,) she took a mouthful of the @@ -7218,11 +7162,11 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> ‘Twas thus, I ween, the birds of Stymphalus <br /> To heaven fled, - by Herakles impelled; <br /> The Harpies, too, whose reeking pinions held - <br /> That poison which the feast of Phineus <br /> Contaminated. All the - air above <br /> With their unwonted lamentations shook, <br /> The - heavens in uproar and confusion move <br /> {The Stars, in dread, their + <br > ‘Twas thus, I ween, the birds of Stymphalus <br > To heaven fled, + by Herakles impelled; <br > The Harpies, too, whose reeking pinions held + <br > That poison which the feast of Phineus <br > Contaminated. All the + air above <br > With their unwonted lamentations shook, <br > The + heavens in uproar and confusion move <br > {The Stars, in dread, their orbits then forsook!} </p> </blockquote> @@ -7247,13 +7191,13 @@ Produced by David Widger lady laid eyes upon that, she raised such a clamor that you would have thought that the geese had invaded the room again. Confounded and thunderstruck at the novelty of my crime, I asked her why she was so angry - and why she pitied the goose rather than myself. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + and why she pitied the goose rather than myself. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY SEVENTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> But, beating her palms together, “You villain, are you so brazen that you @@ -7267,13 +7211,13 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> She spoke, and from her trembling head she tore the snow-white - hair, <br /> And scratched her cheeks: her - eyes shed floods of tears. <br /> As when a torrent headlong rushes down - the valleys drear, <br /> Its icy fetters - gone when Sprint appears, <br /> And strikes the frozen shackles from - rejuvenated earth <br /> So down her face - the tears in torrents swept <br /> And + <br > She spoke, and from her trembling head she tore the snow-white + hair, <br > And scratched her cheeks: her + eyes shed floods of tears. <br > As when a torrent headlong rushes down + the valleys drear, <br > Its icy fetters + gone when Sprint appears, <br > And strikes the frozen shackles from + rejuvenated earth <br > So down her face + the tears in torrents swept <br > And wracking sobs convulsed her as she wept. </p> </blockquote> @@ -7295,17 +7239,17 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> The rich man can sail in a favoring gale <br /> And - snap out his course at his pleasure; <br /> A Dance espouse, no Acrisius - will rail, <br /> His credence by hers he - will measure; <br /> Write verse, or declaim; snap the finger of scorn - <br /> At the world, yet still win all his - cases, <br /> The rabble will drink in his words with concern <br /> - When a Cato austere it displaces. <br /> At - law, his “not proven,” or “proved,” he can have <br /> With - Servius or Labeo vieing; <br /> With gold at command anything he may - crave <br /> Is his without asking or - sighing. <br /> The universe bows at his slightest behest, <br /> For + <br > The rich man can sail in a favoring gale <br > And + snap out his course at his pleasure; <br > A Dance espouse, no Acrisius + will rail, <br > His credence by hers he + will measure; <br > Write verse, or declaim; snap the finger of scorn + <br > At the world, yet still win all his + cases, <br > The rabble will drink in his words with concern <br > + When a Cato austere it displaces. <br > At + law, his “not proven,” or “proved,” he can have <br > With + Servius or Labeo vieing; <br > With gold at command anything he may + crave <br > Is his without asking or + sighing. <br > The universe bows at his slightest behest, <br > For Jove is a prisoner in his treasure chest. </p> </blockquote> @@ -7326,19 +7270,19 @@ Produced by David Widger goose which they had but so lately lamented. When the last morsel had disappeared, OEnothea, half-drunk by this time, looked at me and said, “We must now go through with the mysteries, so that you may get back your - virility.”) <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp342" id="linkp342"></a> + virility.”) <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp342"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p342.jpg (79K)" src="images/p342.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p342.jpg (79K)" src="images/p342.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-EIGHTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (As she said this OEnothea brought) out a leathern dildo which, when she @@ -7381,30 +7325,30 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> At rest on my pallet, night’s silence had scarce settled down - <br /> To soothe me, and eyes heavy-laden with slumber to lull <br /> When - torturing Amor laid hold of me, seizing my hair <br /> And dragging me, - wounding me, ordered a vigil till dawn. <br /> ‘Oh heart of stone, how - canst thou lie here alone?’ said the God, <br /> ‘Thou joy of a thousand - sweet mistresses, how, oh my slave?’ <br /> In disarrayed nightrobe I - leap to bare feet and essay <br /> To follow all paths; but a road can - discover by none. <br /> One moment I hasten; the next it is torture to - move, <br /> It irks me again to turn back, shame forbids me to halt - <br /> And stand in the midst of the road. Lo! the voices of men, <br /> - The roar of the streets, and the songs of the birds, and the bark <br /> - Of vigilant watch-dogs are hushed! Alone, I of all <br /> Society dread - both my slumber and couch, and obey <br /> Great Lord of the Passions, + <br > At rest on my pallet, night’s silence had scarce settled down + <br > To soothe me, and eyes heavy-laden with slumber to lull <br > When + torturing Amor laid hold of me, seizing my hair <br > And dragging me, + wounding me, ordered a vigil till dawn. <br > ‘Oh heart of stone, how + canst thou lie here alone?’ said the God, <br > ‘Thou joy of a thousand + sweet mistresses, how, oh my slave?’ <br > In disarrayed nightrobe I + leap to bare feet and essay <br > To follow all paths; but a road can + discover by none. <br > One moment I hasten; the next it is torture to + move, <br > It irks me again to turn back, shame forbids me to halt + <br > And stand in the midst of the road. Lo! the voices of men, <br > + The roar of the streets, and the songs of the birds, and the bark <br > + Of vigilant watch-dogs are hushed! Alone, I of all <br > Society dread + both my slumber and couch, and obey <br > Great Lord of the Passions, thy mandate which on me was laid.” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-NINTH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (Such thoughts as these, of lovely Circe’s charms so wrought upon my mind @@ -7417,13 +7361,13 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Hostile gods and implacable rate not me alone pursue; <br /> - Herakles once suffered the weight of heaven’s displeasure too <br /> - Driven from the Inachian coast: Laomedon of old <br /> Sated two of the - heavenly host: in Pelias, behold <br /> Juno’s power to avenge an - affront; and Telephus took arms <br /> Knowing not he must bear the - brunt; Ulysses feared the storms <br /> Angry Neptune decreed as his due. - Now, me to overwhelm <br /> Outraged Priapus ever pursues on land and + <br > Hostile gods and implacable Fate not me alone pursue; <br > + Herakles once suffered the weight of heaven’s displeasure too <br > + Driven from the Inachian coast: Laomedon of old <br > Sated two of the + heavenly host: in Pelias, behold <br > Juno’s power to avenge an + affront; and Telephus took arms <br > Knowing not he must bear the + brunt; Ulysses feared the storms <br > Angry Neptune decreed as his due. + Now, me to overwhelm <br > Outraged Priapus ever pursues on land and Nereus’ realm. </p> </blockquote> @@ -7471,20 +7415,19 @@ Produced by David Widger praising the elegance of my figure which made me such a favorite with the ladies. “I know very well,” he went on, “that a lovely woman is dying for love of you, Encolpius, and this may come in handy for us, so play your - part and I’ll play mine, too!”) <br /><br /><br /><br /> <a name="linkp350" - id="linkp350"></a> + part and I’ll play mine, too!”) <br ><br ><br ><br > <a id="linkp350"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p350.jpg (88K)" src="images/p350.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p350.jpg (88K)" src="images/p350.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FORTIETH. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (He was still speaking, when in came a) matron of the most exclusive @@ -7546,14 +7489,14 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Live coals are more readily held in men’s mouths than a secret! - <br /> Whatever you talk of at home will fly forth in an instant, <br /> - Become a swift rumor and beat at the walls of your city. <br /> Nor is it - enough that your confidence thus has been broken, <br /> As rumor but - grows in the telling and strives to embellish. <br /> The covetous - servant who feared to make public his knowledge <br /> A hole in the - ground dug, and therein did whisper his secret <br /> That told of a - king’s hidden ears: this the earth straightway echoed, <br /> And + <br > Live coals are more readily held in men’s mouths than a secret! + <br > Whatever you talk of at home will fly forth in an instant, <br > + Become a swift rumor and beat at the walls of your city. <br > Nor is it + enough that your confidence thus has been broken, <br > As rumor but + grows in the telling and strives to embellish. <br > The covetous + servant who feared to make public his knowledge <br > A hole in the + ground dug, and therein did whisper his secret <br > That told of a + king’s hidden ears: this the earth straightway echoed, <br > And rustling reeds added that Midas was king in the story. </p> </blockquote> @@ -7568,13 +7511,13 @@ Produced by David Widger Africa, with your money and your slaves, as you promised. The patience of the fortune-hunters is worn out and they have already cut down their liberality so that, either I am mistaken, or else our usual luck is about - to return to punish you!” <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + to return to punish you!” <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> CHAPTER THE ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY-FIRST. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> (“I have thought up a scheme,” replied Eumolpus, “which will embarrass our @@ -7631,37 +7574,37 @@ Produced by David Widger food at public charge; after which, decked out with olive branches and sacred vestments, he was led out through the entire city, loaded with imprecations so that he might take to himself the evils from which the - city suffered, and then thrown headlong (from the cliff.) <br /><br /><br /><br /> - <a name="linkp360" id="linkp360"></a> + city suffered, and then thrown headlong (from the cliff.) <br ><br ><br ><br > + <a id="linkp360"></a> </p> <div class="fig" style="width:60%;"> - <img alt="p360.jpg (68K)" src="images/p360.jpg" width="100%" /> + <img alt="p360.jpg (68K)" src="images/p360.jpg" style="width: 100%"> </div> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <a name="linkVOLUME_VI." id="linkVOLUME_VI."></a> - <br /><br /> <a name="linkNOTES" id="linkNOTES"></a> + <br ><br > <br ><br > <a id="linkVOLUME_VI."></a> + <br ><br > <a id="linkNOTES"></a> </p> <h1> VOLUME VI. </h1> <p> - <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > </p> <h2> NOTES </h2> <p> - <br /><br /> <a name="linkPROSTITUTION" id="linkPROSTITUTION"></a> <br /><br /> + <br ><br > <a id="linkPROSTITUTION"></a> <br ><br > </p> <h2> PROSTITUTION. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> There are two basic instincts in the character of the normal individual; @@ -8168,13 +8111,13 @@ Produced by David Widger The passage in Petronius (chap. viii) and that in Juvenal (Sat. vi, 125) are not to be taken literally. “Aes” in the latter should be understood to mean what we would call “the coin,” and not necessarily coin of low - denomination. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + denomination. <br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkPAEDERASTIA" id="linkPAEDERASTIA"></a>PAEDERASTIA. + <a id="linkPAEDERASTIA"></a>PAEDERASTIA. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The origin of this vice (all peoples, savage and civilized, have been @@ -8448,26 +8391,26 @@ Produced by David Widger with one or two other links: in this diversion, the preference seems to have been in favor of odd numbers (Martial, xii, 44, 5), where the chain consisted of five links, and Ausonius, Epigram 119, where it consisted of - three. <br /> + three. <br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h1> THE SATYRICON OF PETRONIUS ARBITER </h1> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCHAPTER_NOTES" id="linkCHAPTER_NOTES"></a>CHAPTER NOTES + <a id="linkCHAPTER_NOTES"></a>CHAPTER NOTES </h2> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh9" id="linkCh9"></a>CHAPTER 9. Gladiator obscene:-- + <a id="linkCh9"></a>CHAPTER 9. Gladiator obscene:-- </h2> <p> The arena of his activities is, however, that of Venus and not Mars. @@ -8494,13 +8437,13 @@ Produced by David Widger <p> On “cum fortiter faceres,” compare line 25 of the Oxford fragment of the sixth satire of Juvenal; “hic erit in lecto fortissimus,” which Housman - has rendered “he is a valiant mattress-knight.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> + has rendered “he is a valiant mattress-knight.” <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh17" id="linkCh17"></a>CHAPTER 17. + <a id="linkCh17"></a>CHAPTER 17. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “In our neighborhood there are so many Gods that it is easier to meet one @@ -8591,13 +8534,13 @@ Produced by David Widger with her bottom turned toward him, the son of AEacus found his beardless friend more congenial to his tastes. Forbear then, to give masculine names to what you have, and, wife, think that you have two vaginas.” xi, 44 - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh26" id="linkCh26"></a>CHAPTER 26. + <a id="linkCh26"></a>CHAPTER 26. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Quartilla applied a curious eye to a chink, purposely made, watching @@ -8621,13 +8564,13 @@ Produced by David Widger plentifully supplied with “peep-holes” through which appreciative onlookers witnessed his Corybantics at one dollar a head. There would sometimes be as many as twenty such witnesses at a single performance. - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh34" id="linkCh34"></a>CHAPTER 34. Silver Skeleton, et seq. + <a id="linkCh34"></a>CHAPTER 34. Silver Skeleton, et seq. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Philosophic dogmas concerning the brevity and uncertainty of life were @@ -8688,13 +8631,13 @@ Produced by David Widger far did this doctrine go that latterly it was deemed necessary to have a special goddess as a patron. That goddess, if we may rely upon the authority of Festus, took her name “Vitula” from the word “Vita” or from - the joyous life over which she was to preside. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + the joyous life over which she was to preside. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh36" id="linkCh36"></a>CHAPTER 36. + <a id="linkCh36"></a>CHAPTER 36. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “At the corners of the tray we also noted four figures of Marsyas and from @@ -8766,13 +8709,13 @@ Produced by David Widger “veretriculis or veretellis” for “utriculis,” he says: “Unless someone proves that images of Marsyas were fashioned in the likeness of bag-pipers,” a fine instance of clarity of vision for so dark an age. - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh40" id="linkCh40"></a>CHAPTER 40. + <a id="linkCh40"></a>CHAPTER 40. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Drawing his hunting-knife, he plunged it fiercely into the boar’s side, @@ -8818,14 +8761,14 @@ Produced by David Widger marble white limbs gleamed like ivory seen through gauze of gossamer transparency. She rose from her crouching posture like a wood nymph startled by a satyr, glanced from one side to the other, and stepped - timidly forth to the table. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + timidly forth to the table. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh56" id="linkCh56"></a>CHAPTER 56. Contumelia--Contus and + <a id="linkCh56"></a>CHAPTER 56. Contumelia--Contus and Melon (malum). </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> All translators have rendered “contus” by “pole,” notwithstanding the fact @@ -8894,43 +8837,43 @@ Produced by David Widger PHILANIS TO PETALA. </h3> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - As yesterday I went to dine<br /> With Pamphilus, a swain of mine,<br /> I - took my sister, little heeding<br /> The net I for myself was spreading<br /> - Though many circumstances led<br /> To prove she’d mischief in her head.<br /> - For first her dress in every part<br /> Was studied with the nicest art<br /> - Deck’d out with necklaces and rings,<br /> And twenty other foolish - things;<br /> <br /> And she had curl’d and bound her hair<br /> With more - than ordinary care<br /> And then, to show her youth the more,<br /> A - light, transparent robe she wore--<br /> From head to heel she seemed - t’admire<br /> In raptures all her fine attire:<br /> And often turn’d - aside to view<br /> If others gazed with rapture too.<br /> At dinner, - grown more bold and free,<br /> She parted Pamphilus and me;<br /> For - veering round unheard, unseen,<br /> She slily drew her chair between.<br /> - Then with alluring, am’rous smiles<br /> And nods and other wanton wiles,<br /> - The unsuspecting youth insnared,<br /> And rivall’d me in his regard.--<br /> - Next she affectedly would sip<br /> The liquor that had touched his lip.<br /> - He, whose whole thoughts to love incline,<br /> And heated with th’ - enliv’ning wine,<br /> With interest repaid her glances,<br /> And - answer’d all her kind advances.<br /> Thus sip they from the goblet’s - brink<br /> Each other’s kisses while they drink;<br /> Which with the - sparkling wine combin’d,<br /> Quick passage to the heart did find.<br /> - Then Pamphilus an apple broke,<br /> And at her bosom aim’d the stroke,<br /> - While she the fragment kiss’d and press’d,<br /> And hid it wanton in her - breast.<br /> But I, be sure, was in amaze,<br /> To see my sister’s - artful ways:<br /> “These are returns,” I said, “quite fit<br /> To me, - who nursed you when a chit.<br /> For shame, lay by this envious art;<br /> - Is this to act a sister’s part?"<br /> But vain were words, entreaties - vain,<br /> The crafty witch secured my swain.<br /> By heavens, my sister - does me wrong;<br /> But oh! she shall not triumph long.<br /> Well Venus - knows I’m not in fault<br /> ‘Twas she who gave the first assault<br /> - And since our peace her treach’ry broke,<br /> Let me return her stroke - for stroke.<br /> She’ll quickly feel, and to her cost,<br /> Not all - their fire my eyes have lost<br /> And soon with grief shall she resign<br /> - Six of her swains for one of mine."<br /> <br /> + As yesterday I went to dine<br > With Pamphilus, a swain of mine,<br > I + took my sister, little heeding<br > The net I for myself was spreading<br > + Though many circumstances led<br > To prove she’d mischief in her head.<br > + For first her dress in every part<br > Was studied with the nicest art<br > + Deck’d out with necklaces and rings,<br > And twenty other foolish + things;<br > <br > And she had curl’d and bound her hair<br > With more + than ordinary care<br > And then, to show her youth the more,<br > A + light, transparent robe she wore--<br > From head to heel she seemed + t’admire<br > In raptures all her fine attire:<br > And often turn’d + aside to view<br > If others gazed with rapture too.<br > At dinner, + grown more bold and free,<br > She parted Pamphilus and me;<br > For + veering round unheard, unseen,<br > She slily drew her chair between.<br > + Then with alluring, am’rous smiles<br > And nods and other wanton wiles,<br > + The unsuspecting youth insnared,<br > And rivall’d me in his regard.--<br > + Next she affectedly would sip<br > The liquor that had touched his lip.<br > + He, whose whole thoughts to love incline,<br > And heated with th’ + enliv’ning wine,<br > With interest repaid her glances,<br > And + answer’d all her kind advances.<br > Thus sip they from the goblet’s + brink<br > Each other’s kisses while they drink;<br > Which with the + sparkling wine combin’d,<br > Quick passage to the heart did find.<br > + Then Pamphilus an apple broke,<br > And at her bosom aim’d the stroke,<br > + While she the fragment kiss’d and press’d,<br > And hid it wanton in her + breast.<br > But I, be sure, was in amaze,<br > To see my sister’s + artful ways:<br > “These are returns,” I said, “quite fit<br > To me, + who nursed you when a chit.<br > For shame, lay by this envious art;<br > + Is this to act a sister’s part?"<br > But vain were words, entreaties + vain,<br > The crafty witch secured my swain.<br > By heavens, my sister + does me wrong;<br > But oh! she shall not triumph long.<br > Well Venus + knows I’m not in fault<br > ‘Twas she who gave the first assault<br > + And since our peace her treach’ry broke,<br > Let me return her stroke + for stroke.<br > She’ll quickly feel, and to her cost,<br > Not all + their fire my eyes have lost<br > And soon with grief shall she resign<br > + Six of her swains for one of mine."<br > <br > </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -8944,13 +8887,13 @@ Produced by David Widger The etymology of the word contumely is doubtful but I am of the opinion that the derivation suggested here is not unsound. A recondite rendering of “contus” would surely give a sharper point to the joke and furnish the - riddle with the sting of an epigram. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + riddle with the sting of an epigram. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh116a" id="linkCh116a"></a>CHAPTER 116. + <a id="linkCh116a"></a>CHAPTER 116. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “You will see a town that resembles the fields in time of pestilence.” @@ -9138,13 +9081,13 @@ Produced by David Widger situation of Mercury and the aspect of the moon. It is singular enough that this vain credulity may often be discovered among the profane sceptics who impiously doubt or deny the existence of a celestial power.” - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh116b" id="linkCh116b"></a>CHAPTER 116. + <a id="linkCh116b"></a>CHAPTER 116. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “They either take in or else they are taken in.” @@ -9159,8 +9102,8 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “You know you’re being influenced, <br /> You know the miser’s - mind; <br /> You know the miser, and you sensed <br /> His purpose; still, + <br > “You know you’re being influenced, <br > You know the miser’s + mind; <br > You know the miser, and you sensed <br > His purpose; still, you’re blind.” </p> </blockquote> @@ -9187,14 +9130,14 @@ Produced by David Widger our courts as Ambrose Bierce’s definition of “husband,” or refined cruelty, or “injunctions” restraining husbands from disposing of property, or separate maintenance, or even “heart balm” and the consequent breach of - promise. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + promise. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh119" id="linkCh119"></a>CHAPTER 119. The rite of the + <a id="linkCh119"></a>CHAPTER 119. The rite of the Persians: </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> Castration has been practiced from remote antiquity, and is a feature of @@ -9444,13 +9387,13 @@ Produced by David Widger Spadones: Testicles were torn out. </p> <p> - Thlibiae: Testicles were destroyed by crushing. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + Thlibiae: Testicles were destroyed by crushing. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh127" id="linkCh127"></a>CHAPTER 127. + <a id="linkCh127"></a>CHAPTER 127. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Such sweetness permeated her voice as she said this, so entrancing was @@ -9464,22 +9407,22 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “Hark! Or is this but frenzy’s pleasing dream? <br /> Through - groves I seem to stray <br /> Of consecrated bay, <br /> Where voices - mingle with the babbling stream, <br /> And whispering breezes play.” - <br /> Sir + <br > “Hark! Or is this but frenzy’s pleasing dream? <br > Through + groves I seem to stray <br > Of consecrated bay, <br > Where voices + mingle with the babbling stream, <br > And whispering breezes play.” + <br > Sir Theodore Martin’s version. </p> </blockquote> <p> Another exquisite and illuminating passage occurs in Catullus, 51, given - in Marchena’s fourth note. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + in Marchena’s fourth note. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh131a" id="linkCh131a"></a>CHAPTER 131. + <a id="linkCh131a"></a>CHAPTER 131. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “Then she kneaded dust and spittle and, dipping her middle finger into the @@ -9503,14 +9446,14 @@ Produced by David Widger comes, in all probability from Mark, vii, 33, 34, viii, 23, and John, ix, 6, which, in turn are probably derived from a classical original. It should be added that fishermen spit upon their bait before casting in - their hooks. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + their hooks. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh131b" id="linkCh131b"></a>CHAPTER 131. Medio sustulit + <a id="linkCh131b"></a>CHAPTER 131. Medio sustulit digito: </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> There is more than a suggestion in the choice of the middle finger, in @@ -9519,8 +9462,8 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Infami digito et lustralibus ante salivis <br /> Expiat, urentes - oculos inhibere perita. <br /> Persius, + <br > Infami digito et lustralibus ante salivis <br > Expiat, urentes + oculos inhibere perita. <br > Persius, Sat. ii </p> </blockquote> @@ -9599,13 +9542,13 @@ Produced by David Widger [See also Suetonius. Tiberius, chapter 68.] </p> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkCh138" id="linkCh138"></a>CHAPTER 138. + <a id="linkCh138"></a>CHAPTER 138. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> “OEnothea brought out a leathern dildo.” @@ -9646,7 +9589,7 @@ Produced by David Widger devised new methods to satisfy male lust, grant the same privilege to women; let them have intercourse with one another like men, girding themselves with the infamous instruments of lust, an unholy imitation of a - fruitless union.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> + fruitless union.” <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> Herondas, Mime vi @@ -9794,13 +9737,13 @@ Produced by David Widger <p> KORITTO: (To the slave girl) Close the doors, there, chicken keeper, and count the chickens to see if they’re all there; throw them some grain, - too, for the chicken thieves will steal them out of one’s very lap. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + too, for the chicken thieves will steal them out of one’s very lap. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkTHE_CORDAX" id="linkTHE_CORDAX"></a>THE CORDAX. + <a id="linkTHE_CORDAX"></a>THE CORDAX. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> A lascivious dance of the old Greek comedy. Any person who performed this @@ -9857,8 +9800,8 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Hue, huc, convenite nunc <br /> Spatalocinaedi! <br /> Pedem tendite - <br /> Cursum addite + <br > Hue, huc, convenite nunc <br > Spatalocinaedi! <br > Pedem tendite + <br > Cursum addite </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -9905,32 +9848,29 @@ Produced by David Widger flutterings of a captured butterfly. Her eyes grew dim but in their inner depths glittered two sparks; the face remained severe, impersonal, but upon the sensuous red lips of that sphinx-like mouth a smile trembled, - faint as the dying sound of the crotals.” <br /><br /> + faint as the dying sound of the crotals.” <br ><br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <a name="linkVOLUME_VII." - id="linkVOLUME_VII."></a> <br /> <br /> <a name="linkSIX_NOTES_BY_MARCHENA" - id="linkSIX_NOTES_BY_MARCHENA"></a> <a name="linkARMY_OF_THE_RHINE" - id="linkARMY_OF_THE_RHINE"></a> + <br ><br > <br ><br > <br ><br > <a id="linkVOLUME_VII."></a> <br > <br > <a id="linkSIX_NOTES_BY_MARCHENA"></a> <a id="linkARMY_OF_THE_RHINE"></a> </p> <h1> VOLUME VII. </h1> <p> - <br /> <br /> + <br > <br > </p> <h2> SIX NOTES BY MARCHENA. </h2> <p> - <br /> <br /> <br /><br /> + <br > <br > <br ><br > </p> <h2> TO THE ARMY OF THE RHINE. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> The conquests of the French have resulted, during this war, in a boon to @@ -9987,20 +9927,20 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Ipsa Venus magico religatum brachia nodo <br /> Perdocuit, multis - non sine verberibus. <br /> Tibullus + <br > Ipsa Venus magico religatum brachia nodo <br > Perdocuit, multis + non sine verberibus. <br > Tibullus viii, 5. </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <p> - <a name="linkI." id="linkI."></a>I. + <a id="linkI."></a>I. </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Vous verrez que vous avez affaire a un homme. <br /> You will learn + <br > Vous verrez que vous avez affaire a un homme. <br > You will learn that you have to deal with a man. </p> </blockquote> @@ -10111,17 +10051,17 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <p> "None - but the brave deserves the fair.” <br /><br /><br /><br /> + but the brave deserves the fair.” <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkII." id="linkII."></a>II. + <a id="linkII."></a>II. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Ses camarades se saisissent de moi et de Quartilla. <br /> His + <br > Ses camarades se saisissent de moi et de Quartilla. <br > His comrades seized hold of Quartilla and me. </p> </blockquote> @@ -10313,18 +10253,18 @@ Produced by David Widger continued to decrease, the beautiful courtesans have abandoned the capital of the Christian world, and their pleasures have fled with them. And can anyone longer believe in the perfection of the human race, since the best, - the most holy of human institutions has so visibly degenerated! <br /><br /><br /><br /> + the most holy of human institutions has so visibly degenerated! <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkIII." id="linkIII."></a>III. + <a id="linkIII."></a>III. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Le Soldat ordonne a embasicetas de m’accabler de ses impurs - baisers. <br /> [The soldier ordered the catamite to beslaver me with his + <br > Le Soldat ordonne a embasicetas de m’accabler de ses impurs + baisers. <br > [The soldier ordered the catamite to beslaver me with his stinking kisses.] </p> </blockquote> @@ -10541,32 +10481,32 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “Lest longer mute tongue stays that <br /> In - festal jest, from Fescennine, <br /> Nor yet deny their nuts to boys, - <br /> He-Concubine! who learns in fine <br /> - His lordling’s love is fled. <br /> <br /> Throw nuts to boys thou idle - all <br /> He-Concubine! wast fain full long <br /> - With nuts to play: now pleased as thrall <br /> Be - thou to swell Talasios’ throng <br /> - He-Concubine throw nuts. <br /> <br /> Wont thou as peasant-girls to jape - <br /> He-whore! Thy Lord’s delight the while: <br /> - Now shall hair-curling chattel scrape <br /> Thy - cheeks: poor wretch, ah’ poor and vile:-- <br /> + <br > “Lest longer mute tongue stays that <br > In + festal jest, from Fescennine, <br > Nor yet deny their nuts to boys, + <br > He-Concubine! who learns in fine <br > + His lordling’s love is fled. <br > <br > Throw nuts to boys thou idle + all <br > He-Concubine! wast fain full long <br > + With nuts to play: now pleased as thrall <br > Be + thou to swell Talasios’ throng <br > + He-Concubine throw nuts. <br > <br > Wont thou as peasant-girls to jape + <br > He-whore! Thy Lord’s delight the while: <br > + Now shall hair-curling chattel scrape <br > Thy + cheeks: poor wretch, ah’ poor and vile:-- <br > He-Concubine, throw nuts.” </p> </blockquote> <p> - <br />and further on, addressing the husband: + <br >and further on, addressing the husband: </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> “‘Tis said from smooth-faced ingle train <br /> (Anointed - bridegroom!) hardly fain <br /> Hast e’er refrained; now do refrain! - <br /> O Hymen Hymenaeus io, <br /> - O Hymen Hymenaeus! <br /> <br /> We know that naught save licit rites - <br /> Be known to thee, but wedded wights <br /> No more deem lawful such - delights. <br /> O Hymen Hymenaeus io, <br /> - O Hymen Hymenaeus.” <br /> (LXI. + <br > “‘Tis said from smooth-faced ingle train <br > (Anointed + bridegroom!) hardly fain <br > Hast e’er refrained; now do refrain! + <br > O Hymen Hymenaeus io, <br > + O Hymen Hymenaeus! <br > <br > We know that naught save licit rites + <br > Be known to thee, but wedded wights <br > No more deem lawful such + delights. <br > O Hymen Hymenaeus io, <br > + O Hymen Hymenaeus.” <br > (LXI. Burton, tr.) </p> </blockquote> @@ -10759,17 +10699,17 @@ Produced by David Widger unchecked, and let our women’s chambers be disgraced by hermaphrodites. Far better that a woman, in the madness of her lust, should usurp the nature of a man, than that man’s noble nature should be so degraded as to - play the woman!” <br /><br /><br /><br /> + play the woman!” <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkIV." id="linkIV."></a>IV. + <a id="linkIV."></a>IV. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Embasicetas fut bientot au comble de ses voeux. <br /> The Catamite + <br > Embasicetas fut bientot au comble de ses voeux. <br > The Catamite soon reached the height of his passion. </p> </blockquote> @@ -10800,9 +10740,9 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Here icy cold fountains, here flower covered meadows, Lycoris; - <br /> Here shady groves; life itself here would I dream out with thee. - <br /> Virgil + <br > Here icy cold fountains, here flower covered meadows, Lycoris; + <br > Here shady groves; life itself here would I dream out with thee. + <br > Virgil Bucol. Ecl. X, 41. </p> </blockquote> @@ -10840,13 +10780,13 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Peer of a God meseemeth he, <br /> Nay passing Gods (and that can - be!) <br /> Who all the while sits facing thee <br /> Sees thee and hears - <br /> Thy low sweet laughs which (ah me!) daze <br /> Mine every sense, - and as I gaze <br /> Upon thee (Lesbia!) o’er me strays <br /> <br /> My - tongue is dulled, limbs adown <br /> Flows subtle flame; with sound its - own <br /> Rings either ear, and o’er are strown <br /> Mine eyes with - night. <br /> (LI. + <br > Peer of a God meseemeth he, <br > Nay passing Gods (and that can + be!) <br > Who all the while sits facing thee <br > Sees thee and hears + <br > Thy low sweet laughs which (ah me!) daze <br > Mine every sense, + and as I gaze <br > Upon thee (Lesbia!) o’er me strays <br > <br > My + tongue is dulled, limbs adown <br > Flows subtle flame; with sound its + own <br > Rings either ear, and o’er are strown <br > Mine eyes with + night. <br > (LI. Burton, tr.) </p> </blockquote> @@ -10858,18 +10798,18 @@ Produced by David Widger <p> Here I should like to speak of the brides of the Lord; but I remember “The Nun” of Diderot, and my pen falls from my hand. Oh, who would dare to - touch a subject handled by Diderot? <br /><br /><br /><br /> + touch a subject handled by Diderot? <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkV." id="linkV."></a>V. + <a id="linkV."></a>V. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Giton venait de la deflorer, et de remporter une victoire - sanglante. <br /> Giton the victor had won a not bloodless victory. + <br > Giton venait de la deflorer, et de remporter une victoire + sanglante. <br > Giton the victor had won a not bloodless victory. </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -10949,10 +10889,10 @@ Produced by David Widger </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Si gaudet cantu, nullius fibula durat <br /> Vocem vendentis - praetoribus. <br /> Sat. - VI, 379. <br /> <br /> If pleased by the song of the singer employed by - the praetor <br /> No fibula long will hold out, free, the actor will + <br > Si gaudet cantu, nullius fibula durat <br > Vocem vendentis + praetoribus. <br > Sat. + VI, 379. <br > <br > If pleased by the song of the singer employed by + the praetor <br > No fibula long will hold out, free, the actor will greet her. </p> </blockquote> @@ -10989,17 +10929,17 @@ Produced by David Widger and all monks without exception. Nor shall I repeat here the naughty pleasantries of Erasmus, of Boccaccio, and all the others, against the monks; without doubt maliciousness has developed more “satyrical” traits - that they have brought out; beyond that, I have nothing to say. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + that they have brought out; beyond that, I have nothing to say. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkVI." id="linkVI."></a>VI. + <a id="linkVI."></a>VI. </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <blockquote> <p> - <br /> Alors une vielle. . . . <br /> [Finally an old woman . . .] + <br > Alors une vielle. . . . <br > [Finally an old woman . . .] </p> </blockquote> <p> @@ -11054,17 +10994,17 @@ Produced by David Widger always found in the finest situations. Even Otho did not lose all his rights; Nero exiled him with a commission of honor, “because he was caught in adultery with his own wife, Poppaea.” “Uxoris moechus coeperate esse - suae” (Suet. Otho, chap. 111), said malicious gossip at Rome. <br /> + suae” (Suet. Otho, chap. 111), said malicious gossip at Rome. <br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h2> - <a name="linkBIBLIOGRAPHY" id="linkBIBLIOGRAPHY"></a>BIBLIOGRAPHY + <a id="linkBIBLIOGRAPHY"></a>BIBLIOGRAPHY </h2> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> <p> To the scholar contemplating an exhaustive study of Petronius, the @@ -11072,12 +11012,12 @@ Produced by David Widger my readers who desire to pursue the subject are referred to it. The following is a list of editions, translations, criticisms and miscellaneous publications and authors from which I have derived benefit - in the long and pleasant hours devoted to Petronius. <br /><br /><br /><br /> + in the long and pleasant hours devoted to Petronius. <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> <h3> EDITIONS, Opera Omnia. </h3> - <table summary="Review of Editions"> + <table> <tr> <td> --------- @@ -11168,12 +11108,12 @@ Produced by David Widger </tr> </table> <p> - <br /><br /> + <br ><br > </p> <h3> TRAU FRAGMENT. </h3> - <table summary=""> + <table> <tr> <td> Amsterdam (Containing Frambotti’s corrections) @@ -11192,13 +11132,13 @@ Produced by David Widger </tr> </table> <p> - <br /> + <br > </p> - <hr /> + <hr > <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <br ><br ><br ><br > </p> -<pre xml:space="preserve"> +<pre> ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS FOR THE ENTIRE “SATYRICON” Affairs start to go wrong, your friends will stand from under @@ -11262,418 +11202,8 @@ Whatever you talk of at home will fly forth in an instant Whenever you learn a thing, it’s yours While we live, let us live You can spot a louse on someone else - </pre> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <br /><br /> <br /><br /> <br /><br /> - </p> -<pre xml:space="preserve"> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg’s The Satyricon, Complete, by Petronius Arbiter - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SATYRICON, COMPLETE *** - -***** This file should be named 5225-h.htm or 5225-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - https://www.gutenberg.org/5/2/2/5225/ - -Produced by David Widger - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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