untongued

Updated: May 24, 2025

'So be it, quoth I; 'we are the very pink and perfection of the true Attic' 'Done with you! says Callicles, 'frequent quizzings are a whetstone of conversation' 'For my part, cries Eudemus, it grows chill I like my liquor stronger, and more of it; I am deathly cold; if I could get some warmth into me, I had rather listen to these light- fingered gentry of flute and lyre. 'What is this you say, Eudemus? says I; 'You would exact mutation from us? are we so hard-mouthed, so untongued?

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