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... So, praise the gods, Catullus is away! And let me tend you this advice, my dear: Take any lover that you will, or may, Except a poet. All of them are queer. It's just the same- a quarrel or a kiss Is but a tune to play upon his pipe. He's always hymning that or wailing this; Myself, I much prefer the business type. That thing he wrote, the time the sparrow died- (Oh, most unpleasant- gloomy, tedious words!) I called it sweet, and made believe I cried; The stupid fool! I've always hated birds....
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