Where are all the beauties, Hermes? Show me round; I am a new-comer.

I am busy, Menippus. But look over there to your right, and you will see Hyacinth, Narcissus, Nireus, Achilles, Tyro, Helen, Leda,—all the beauties of old.

I can only see bones, and bare skulls; most of them are exactly alike.

Those bones, of which you seem to think so lightly, have been the theme of admiring poets.

Well, but show me Helen; I shall never be able to make her out by myself.

This skull is Helen.