Simylus So here you are at last, Polystratus; you must be something very like a centenarian. Polystratus Ninety-eight. Simylus And what sort of a life have you had of it, these thirty years? you were about seventy when I died. Polystratus Delightful, though you may find it hard to believe. Simylus It ¢s surprising that you could have any joy of your life— old, weak, and childless, moreover.