Of my body
Like a clod of frozen earth
Thaws! O juice of life! Force and acquisition! Strength and the rising sap!
I will open wide my jaws and I will raise my arms and hold them extended like branches!
But come!
Cébès: Where are you taking me? Why have we left the road?
Simon: Why do we need a road? I know my way. Follow me!
O Cébès in this you were right that not to an older man nor to any one of an age unlike your own did you address yourself so obscurely,
For they could not answer you, not knowing what you ask.
But if one can tell the vintage of a wine by its taste