ABSTRACT
I have two smart cloaks; of these I take one every day and march out to the Agora. There, when I see a man who’s rich and stupid, I’m on to him right away. Whatever the rich bloke says, I praise it tremendously, and I make out that his words amaze me with delight. Then we go to dinner, one here, one there, to alien grub, where the sponger immediately has to say a lot of witty things, or else he’s turfed out. I know that once happened to Acestor, him with the tattoo:131
he cracked a bawdy joke, and then the boy132 put a collar on him, took him outside, and handed him over to Oeneus.133
