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