Jaroslav Vrchlický,
Poet Lore
(1914)
“ Was it young Cæsar, perhaps? He is so free with his tongue—but, then, you know when we drink we loosen up a bit. Ha! Gaius? Catullus.—Neither did Cæsar offend me. They whose minds are equal to mine, I respect, and the others I regard not. Metellus.—Well, was it Gellius? Catullus (to himself) .—That scoundrel. (Loudly.) Let us forget it, consul. We cannot change the world. Metellus.—Then it could have only been Clodia. I always tell her to be careful of her sayings, lest she offend the best of my friends. How unfortunate! How stupid! ”
