quarta-feira, 15 de janeiro de 2014


Theon to his father Theon, greeting.

(Scribe Valdemir) 
It was a fine thing of you not to take me with you to the city! If you won’t take me with to Alexandria I won’t take your hand nor ever greet you again. That is what will happen if you won’t take me. Mother said to Archelaus, “It quite upsets him to be left behind (?).” It was good of you to send me presents…on the 12th, the day you sailed. Send me a lyre, I implore you. If you don’t, I won’t eat, I won’t drink; there now!

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