“ Thallus you sodomite, softer than the fur of a rabbit or the marrow of a goose or the lowest little earlobe or the weak penis of an old man or a site full of cobwebs, and the same, Thallus, more rapacious than a wild storm, when the divine Murcia shows the sleepy onlookers, send my cloak back to me, which you had stolen, and my Saetaban cloth and Bithynian tablets, inept one, which you possess openly for yourself as though heirlooms. ”
