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What about muttering as you go outside

After a whacking?

Yes; I like that too.

And prying into people's secrets, eh?

By Zeus, there'^s nothing like it in the world!

Oh, Zeus makes brethren meet!—And what of list'ning

To what the masters say?

It makes me mad!

And telling every word of it to strangers?

Madder than mad, stark staring crimson madder!

O Lord Apollo, clap your right hand there,

Give me your cheek to kiss, and you kiss me!

But Zeus!—our own Zeus of the Friendly Jailbirds—

What is that noise those shouts and quarrelling

Inside?