It was out of a silence cathedral-like, awesome, that he

stinking, gluttonous beast! I don't know what angry god let this

monster loose upon us, but of a certainty it was neither Aphrodite nor

No doubt Zeus, the God of the Thundercrap.

But perhaps some spectator, some beardless youth, who thinks

himself a sage, will say, "What is this? What does the beetle mean?"

And then an Ionian, sitting next him, will add, "I think it's an

allusion to Cleon, who so shamelessly feeds on filth all by

himself."-But now I'm going indoors to fetch the beetle a drink.

Great!（577）