"TRIMALCHIO'S SPEECH
Alas, does wine live longer than we,
poor little men?
Then, let's drink it all.
Wine is life.
This one, then, is authentic Opimian.
Yesterday I had less good put on the table;
I had indeed much more distinguished guests.
Alas, poor us, for everything is nothing!
Only four bones remain of the little man.
Everyone, in Orcus, will have this appearance:
let us live, while destiny allows us.
(from the Satyricon)"
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