Shrines! Shrines! Surely you don't believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?
AristophanesRead
When men drink, then they are rich and successful and win lawsuits and are happy and help their friends. Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Interpretation
This quote humorously suggests that drinking enhances one's perception of success and happiness.
Aristophanes uses satire to illustrate how intoxication can alter one's state of mind, making them feel wealthy, successful, and more socially adept. The quote suggests that alcohol may provide a temporary boost in confidence and cleverness, highlighting the irony of relying on substances to achieve such states.
In practice
A toast at a wedding that reflects on celebration and friendship.
Shrines! Shrines! Surely you don't believe in the gods. What's your argument? Where's your proof?
[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.
Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.
Open your mouth and shut your eyes and see what Zeus will send you.
These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can't live with them, or without them.
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Any reviewer who expresses rage and loathing for a novel is preposterous. He or she is like a person who has put on full armor and attacked a hot fudge sundae.
I thought such awful thoughts that I cannot even say them out loud because they would make Jesus want to drink gin straight out of the cat dish.
Could be. I’m a pretty dangerous dude when I’m cornered.” “Yeah,” said the voice from under the table, “you go to pieces so fast people get hit by the shrapnel.
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