Better said: we notify you, Rhetorician! of our profits beyond reckoning. The seas erring in their straits have not known a narrower judge! And the man inspired by wine, who wears his heart savage and buzzing like a swarm of black flies, begins to say such words as these:
‘. . .Roses, purple delight; the earth stretched forth to my desire—and who shall set bounds thereunto, this evening?. . .violence in the heart of the sage, and who shall set bounds thereunto, this evening?. . and upon such an one, son of such an one, a poor man, devolves the power of signs and visions.
‘Trace the roads whereon take their departure the folk of all races, bending the yellow heel: the princes, the ministers, the hoarse-voiced captains; those who have done great things, and those who see this or that in a vision. . . .The priest has laid down his laws against the depravities of women with beasts. The grammarian chooses a place in the open air for his arguments. On an old tree the tailor hangs a new garment of an admirable velvet. And the man tainted with gonorrhea washes his linen in clean water. The saddle of the weakling washes his linen in clean water. The saddle of the weakling is burnt and the smell reaches the rower on his bench, it is sweet in his nostrils.'
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