attempted robbery, but it served to complicate a matter

TRYGAEUS (as the Machine hoists him higher)

I'll see to it. Good-bye! (To the Athenians) You, for love of whom

I brave these dangers, do ye neither fart nor crap for the space of

three days, for, if, while cleaving the air, my steed should scent

anything, he would fling me head foremost from the summit of my hopes.

Now come, my Pegasus, get a-going with up-pricked ears and make

your golden bridle resound gaily. Eh! what are you doing? What are you

up to? Do you turn your nose towards the cesspools? Come, pluck up a

Great!（37545）