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Updated: June 10, 2025
He ran down the steps of a metro station. Aubrey would know someone at the Crillon who could help him. But when the train reached the Concorde station, he could not summon the will power to get out. He felt a harsh repugnance to any effort. What was the use of humiliating himself and begging favors of people? It was hopeless anyway.
KORITTO: I begged him to tell me but he swore he wouldn't, that's how much he thought of me, Metro dear. A lascivious dance of the old Greek comedy. Any person who performed this dance except upon the stage was considered drunk or dissolute. Many ancient authors and scholiasts have commented upon the looseness and sex appeal of this dance.
Men never get I hope we are alone their tools so stiff; and not only that, but their smoothness was as sweet as sleep and their little straps were as soft as wool. If you went looking for one you would never find another ladies' cobbler cleverer than he! METRO: Why didn't you buy the other one, too?
KORITTO: Artemis the daughter of Kandas directed him to me by pointing out the roof of the tanner's house as a landmark. METRO: That Artemis is always discovering something new to help her make capital out of her skill as a go-between. But anyhow, when you couldn't buy them both you should have asked who ordered the other one.
"Her father is a musician and authentically marquis," she added, as though that explained everything. "We are Portuguese," said Cassy, "or at least my father is. He used to play at the Metro. But he threw it up and one night, when he was coming home from a private house where he had been giving a concert, he was attacked. There were two of them. They knocked him down "
KORITTO: Yes, and I would have, but Bitas slave girl commenced grinding in the court, just at the wrong moment; she has reduced our hand mill nearly to powder by grinding day and night for fear she might have four obols to pay for having her own sharpened. METRO: But how did he happen to come to your house, Koritto dear? You'll tell me the truth won't you, now?
The sky was bright lilac color, streaked with a few amber clouds. The lights were on in all the windows of the Magazin du Louvre opposite, so that the windows seemed bits of polished glass in the afterglow. In the colonnade of the Palais Royal the shadows were deepening and growing colder. A steady stream of people poured in and out of the Metro. Green buses stuffed with people kept passing.
KORITTO: He's neither of those you've mentioned, Metro; this fellow is bald headed and short, he comes from Chios or Erythrai, I think you would mistake him for another Prexinos, one fig could not look more like another, but just hear him talk, and you'll know that he is Kerdon and not Prexinos.
"I shall have to find a job of some sort that will let me study at the Schola Cantorum. But I have enough money to last a little while." "You are courageous." "I forgot to ask you if you would rather take the Metro." "No; let's walk." They went under the arch of the Louvre. The air was full of a fine wet mist, so that every street lamp was surrounded by a blur of light.
A descendant of Racine, a well-known figure at the opera, was travelling in the Metro when he spotted a poilu with a string of ten medals on his breast. The old aristocrat went over to the soldier and apologised for speaking to him. "But," he said, "I have never seen any poilu with so many decorations. You must be of the very bravest."
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