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Tuesday, September 16, 2025
Pants
Aristophanes, Wealth 122 (tr. Jeffrey Henderson):
Maybe, but all I know is that he scares the pants off me.
οὐκ οἶδ᾿· ἐγὼ δ᾿ ἐκεῖνον ὀρρωδῶ πάνυ.
An infelicitous translation — the ancient Greeks didn't wear trousers.
ὀρρωδῶ = dread, shrink from.