Satyricon
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To tell you the truth...
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you stole them from Lucretius.
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-What do you mean, you vagabond?
-"The pretend faces vanish...

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the real ones return!"
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That's Lucretius, that's Lucretius!
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Enough! These verses are mine,
you beggar!

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I'm a poet, you're not.
You don't write verses, you steal them!

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Nonsense...throw him into the oven.
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You vagrant! I fed you...
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I lifted you out of the gutter.
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I am the poet here!
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Throw this ingrate into the oven!
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I'll put you to shame in
front of all those people.

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I don't want to see him anymore,
that dog...

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that venomous snake! He's bad luck!
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I'm a philosopher!
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Clown, thief! Let me go!
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Only a few emperors...
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have had a mausoleum comparable
to mine.

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Apenna is creating a work of art...
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It will all be covered with marble...
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with a pediment over 120 feet high.
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On the walls, Trimalchio's entire life...

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