Is it then a smell like a soldier's knapsack?

Oh! hateful soldier! your hideous satchel makes me sick! it stinks

like the belching of onions, whereas this lovable deity has the

odour of sweet fruits, of festivals, of the Dionysia, of the harmony

of flutes, of the tragic poets, of the verses of Sophocles, of the

That's a foul calumny, you wretch! She detests that framer of

....of ivy, of straining-bags for wine, of bleating ewes, of

provision-laden women hastening to the kitchen, of the tipsy servant