If you think you know everything, answer me this.


"Animals feel, but they are not, and cannot be, religious–unless they can know. In his madness he killed a thousand sheep, crying out that he was destroying the famous Ulysses and Menelaus, together with me. But what could Typhoeus, and the strong Mimas, or what Porphyrion with his menacing statue; what Rhoetus, and Enceladus, a fierce darter with trees uptorn, avail, though rushing violently against the sounding shield of Pallas? Phoebus, the god of augury, and conspicuous for his shining bow, and dear to the nine muses, who by his salutary art soothes the wearied limbs of the body; if he, propitious, surveys the Palatine altars–may he prolong the Roman affairs, and the happy state of Italy to another lustrum, and to an improving age. The progeny of Quintius Arrius, an illustrious pair of brothers, twins in wickedness and trifling and the love of depravity, used to dine upon nightingales bought at a vast expense: to whom do these belong?"


Intelligent discourse THIS!!



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