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You are annoyed, indeed, by many things, a great
many, almost everything; most of all when your
favour is rivalled by a cinaedus or a dancing-master
or an Alexandrian dwarf who recites Ionics.<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.3.p.459.n.2"><p>Anacreontics, Sotadeans, and in general, the “erotic ditties” mentioned below.  </p></note>, How
could you be on a par, though, with those who
render these services to passion and carry notes
about in their clothing? So, couched in a far corner
of the dining-room and shrinking out of sight for
shame, you groan, naturally, and commiserate yourself and carp at Fortune for not besprinkling you
with at least a few drops of the amenities. You
would be glad, I think, to become a composer of



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erotic ditties, or at all events to be able to sing
them properly when somebody else had composed
them: for you see where precedence and favour go!
You would put up with it if you had to act the part
of a magician or a soothsayer, one of those fellows
who promise legacies amounting to many thousands,
governorships, and tremendous riches; you see that
they too get on well in their friendships and are
highly valued. So you would be glad to adopt one
of those réles in order not to be entirely despicable
and useless; but even in them, worse luck, you are
not convincing. Therefore you must needs be
humble and suffer in silence, with stifled groans and
amid neglect.

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If a whispering servant accuse you of being the
only one who did not praise the mistress’s page when
he danced or played, there is no little risk in the
thing. So you must raise your thirsty voice like a
stranded frog, taking pains to be conspicuous among
the claque and to lead the chorus; and often when
the others are silent you must independently let
drop a well-considered word of praise that will convey
great flattery.</p><p>
That a man who is famished, yes, and athirst,
should be perfumed with myrrh and have a wreath
on his head is really rather laughable, for then you
are like the gravestone of an ancient corpse that is
getting a feast to his memory. They drench the
stones with myrrh and crown them with wreaths,
and then they themselves enjoy the food and drink
that has been prepared!
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