Satyricon Page #2

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thus showing

that children will flow from her.

(speaks Vulgar Latin)

Vene. Vene/

Stop. You with the blue eyes,

haven't you heard of me?

You're well known to be famous!

Gitone!

(speaks Vulgar Latin)

(man laughs)

(muttering)

(speaks Vulgar Latin)

(woman speaks Vulgar Latin)

(speaks Vulgar Latin)

(woman coughs)

(shouting)

(panting)

(voices echoing)

(screams)

(grunt in unison)

(voices crescendo)

- (whiplash)

- Ohhhh!

Oh, my dear friend and brother.

What do you do?

Why, share a single tent for two, hm?

Seriously, Ascilto.

Our friendship can no longer be the same.

So let's divide what little we have

in common. lt's not absolute poverty.

You have ways of earning money.

You're still studying. So am l. But we've

become known here for our scandal...

Why do you behave so scandalously?

Me, because l'm starving l work.

Nobody's trying to stop you from working.

Certainly not me, anyway.

Come on, then. All right, divide it up.

Question:
which is mine?

The mirror. That's mine.

That's mine!

And the boy, Encolpio.

Shall we split him too?

(cackles)

- Don't joke.

- Let's let him decide.

- With you.

- (Ascilto laughs)

No! No!

(sobs)

(rumbling)

- (woman whimpers)

- Garizio.

(rumbling)

(screaming)

Ganymede... Narcissus.

And there's Apollo,who turned

a young man's shadow into a flower.

lt is sickening

how all the tales are of love,

of unions sensual, unrivalled sick.

l have taken into my heart a cruel love.

You see before you a poet.

You do not believe it,

l am dressed so maggoty?

Precisely the point.

Passionate pursuit of art

has never meant riches.

Never. A comforting thought,

how poverty is sister to genius.

l am very poor

and my name, it is Eumolpo.

l show you masterpieces

which could not be painted today.

They don't have the energy today.

The whole of civilisation, shagged out.

And what is the reason for

this sad fact of dilapidation?

A brabble stammer of money. Greed.

Time's flown. ldeals such as virtue

pure and simple flourished, and art left.

That fellow Eudosso grew old

in the mountains, watching the stars.

Lysippus, all his life,

drew a single model and died famished.

ln our case, wine and women

have put such masterpieces

completely out of our cognisance!

What has happened to dialectical

discussion? And what of astronomy?

We don't know of it

for all the copulation we do, you see.

You are not to wonder that

the art of painting is dead, young man.

We all of us see more beauty

in a bag of gold - l do -

than all the work of Apelles or Phidias.

Those Greeks! Too much!

l'm as bad, you see. l caught Trimalcione,

who's rich out of his ears.

You've never seen such riches.

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