your daily food.-Hi! you down there, what are you after now? Oh! my

god! it's a man taking a crap in the Piraeus, close to the

whorehouses. But is it my death you seek then, my death? Will you

not bury that right away and pile a great heap of earth upon it and

plant wild thyme therein and pour perfumes on it? If I were to fall

from up here and misfortune happened to me, the town of Chios would

owe a fine of five talents for my death, all because of your damned

Alas! how frightened I am! oh! I have no heart for jests. Ah!