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Tuesday, August 06, 2024
Wine in Excess
Homer, Odyssey 21.293-294 (tr. A.T. Murray):
It is wine that wounds thee,
honey-sweet wine, which works harm to others too,
if one takes it in great gulps, and drinks beyond
measure.