et nunc, dum in carbaso sudat unus, alter in bombyce, tu endromidatus exterius, intrinsecus fasceatus, insuper et concava municipis Amerini sede compressus discipulis non aestu minus quam timore pallentibus exponere oscitabundus ordiris: Samia mihi mater fuit.
And at this time of year, while one man sweats in linen and another in silk, you with your woollen gown outside and your swathings underneath, and, as if that were not enough, squeezed into a deep chair made of Amerias population, begin yawningly to expound to your pupils, whose pale faces are due quite as much to the heat as to fear of you: A Samian was my mother.
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