Rogavit alter tribadas et molles mares quae ratio procreasset, exposuit senex: Idem Prometheus, auctor vulgi fictilis qui, simul offendit ad fortunam, frangitur, naturae partes veste quas celat pudor cum separatim toto finxisset die, aptare mox ut posset corporibus suis, ad cenam est invitatus subito a Libero; ubi inrigatus multo venas nectare sero domum est reversus titubanti pede.
Someone else asked him what natural cause had produced tribads and effeminate males. The old man explained: The same Prometheus, author of our common clay (which is broken as soon as it clashes with Fortune), had all day long been fashioning separately those natural parts which the sense of shame causes to be hidden by our clothing, that he might presently apply them to the proper bodies, when, quite unexpectedly, he was invited out to dinner by Bacchus. There he absorbed a great deal of nectar into his veins and returned home late in the evening with wavering steps.
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