|C.D. Warner, et al., comp. The Library of the Worlds Best Literature.|
An Anthology in Thirty Volumes. 1917.
|By Petronius (c. 2766)|
|TRIMALCHIO now turned his beaming countenance in our direction. If you dont like the wine, said he, I will change it. Your drink must suit you. Praise be to the gods. I dont buy it, for all that pleases your palate comes from a certain country-place of mine, which I have not yet visited. They say it lies between Terracina and Taranto. My present purpose is to add Sicily to my other estates, so that if I should want to go to Africa, I might keep to my own property on the journey. But tell me, Agamemnon, what was the subject of your discussion to-day?for though I am no lawyer, still I have acquired all the principles of a polite education; and to prove that I keep up my studies, learn that I have three libraries, one Greek and two Latin. So give me the peroration of your address.|| 1|
| When Agamemnon had begun, Two men, one rich and one poor, were enemies What is poor? demands Trimalchio. Neat point! exclaims Agamemnon, and went on to give some sort of a learned dissertation. Presently Trimalchio interrupted him. If the subject in hand, says he, be fact, there is no room for argument; if not fact, then it is nothing at all.|| 2|
| As we received these and such-like statements with the warmest expressions of approval, he proceeded: Pray, my dear Agamemnon, do you remember by any chance the twelve labors of Hercules, or anything about the story of Ulysses,as for example, how the Cyclops dislocated his thumb with a paint-brush? I used to read Homer when I was a boy, and at Cumæ I saw with my own eyes the Sibyl hung up in a glass bottle; and when the boys said to her, What do you want, Sibyl? she used to answer, I want to die.|| 3|