He ceased abruptly, grasping my arm. From somewhere, somewhere

addicted to quibbling and not at all an informer.

Ah! my good friend, did you have a good journey?

Glutton, be off! I no longer seem a triple scoundrel to you. Come,

Ah! ah! you are a long way yet from reaching the gods, for they

Very far, very far, right at the furthest end of the dome of

But why have they left you all alone here?

I am watching what remains of the furniture, the little pots and

pans, the bits of chairs and tables, and odd wine-jars.

Great!（11）