Jay Cross [Sep 9 2002]

Our friend Tom Courtney had been reading aloud the Illiad [or was it Homer's other big book?] over the last several days.

Oratio: You mean you want me to sleep with a poxy Harlot?!

Gratiano: Sleep? No! You misunderstand me. I want you to drive your wooden stallion through the gates of Priam again and again 'til Aurora and her fingertips of rose ignite the clouds on the broad back of the wine dark sea.