Introduction
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Let’s tarry a bit outside our tattered tent and chat with some of
the actors from within, as they don their chitons and cloaks and
make themselves up for their roles — oh dear, I’m afraid a good
half of them are quite naked, and exhibiting the most extraordinary
behavior. Try not to stare at those hernias and other deformities.
Let’s not appear too curious about the eunuchs, even though they
seem to parade their condition without concern. And do try to avoid
that gaggle of drunken reprobates — they’ve set up their own bar
out there, you see, and are not above harassing innocent onlookers
like yourselves. No, look over here — these people are much more
polite, more conversational — if they just wouldn’t get so close!
Don’t they have toothbrushes, or dentists? Ye gods, what a stink!
If only we can make our way back to the entrance through those
rival gangs of students — violent, of course (don’t provoke them),
but colorful, don’t you think, with their striped gowns reflecting
allegiance to one inept professor or another, for whom they’re willing
to suffer bumps and bruises they’ll have difficulty justifying tomorrow;
their wee dull polls aren’t really trained to think, but you should hear
them declaim!
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