" "Of course it's Latin. Virgil was a fucking Roman. It's not my fault you're a cultural philistine. Ignorantia non excusat." "If you don't stop being... a bitch and tell me the story, you can do this stupid thing all by yourself. Understood?" "Fine." So?" Fine. You're Orpheus, son of somebody and somebody, recipient of Apollo's lyre which you are incomparably gifted at playing, you were an Argonaut and sailed with Jason, out-seduced the Sirens with your lyre, returned home and married Eurydice,. She had witnessed, with amazed and growing admiration, their stoicism as they had descended time and again into the freezing water and had come so ardently to admire them that she desired their friendship and approbation as she had never desired any others'."Thanks, Kylie! I'm fine. Oh! You look so divinely and utterly lovely without your costume - really lovely! Don't you feel how great it is to be free of clothes for a while on this Feast of the Lord of Misrule? And the rest of you - you all. She said yes I can it feels nice. After the beating it took last night it needs a rest. I asked who was the guy that fucked you? She said just a friend, do I know him I asked? She said no you don't know him. Is he black I asked her? Did his cum taste black she asked me? I said I can't tell but there was so much of it how did one guy cum so much? She said he had not had sex for ten days and that he lives my white married pussy so that combination made him empty his balls into me. I told her how. My eyes were open to how hollow and fake everything was.While Simon accepted their condolences with a nod, I kept my mouth shut. There was no point in disrupting the social circus going on. All we needed were some clowns, I thought, except clowns were fake, too. Just creepy old carnies with painted faces. My foul mood was spilling out all over.Bethany gave me a quick hug and headed toward the bathroom with her hand over her mouth. Joe dragged Mark away after telling me to find him if I wanted.