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But the fish called cynoglossus differs from the buglossus. And of them too Epicharmus speaks—

There were the variegated plotides, And cynoglossi, and sciathides.

But the Attic writers call the buglossus the psetta.

31. There are also fish called congers. Icesius says that these are coarser than the common eels; and that their flesh is less firm and less nutritious, and that they are very deficient in palatable juice; but still, that they are good for the stomach. But Nicander, the epic poet, in the third book of his Treatise on Dialects, says that they are also called grylli. But Eudoxus, in the sixth book of his Circuit of the Earth, says that there are numbers of congers caught off Sicyon, each large enough to be a load for a man; and some of them even big enough to be a load for a cart. And Philemon, the comic poet, himself mentioning the extraordinary congers at Sicyon, represents a cook as priding himself on his skill, and saying in the play entitled the Soldier,—

32. How great a wish has now come over me   To tell to heaven and earth the way in which I did prepare that supper. Aye, by Pallas, How sweet it is when everything goes right! How tender was my fish! and how I dress'd it! Not done with cheese, or powder'd o'er with dyes, But looking as he did in life, though roasted. So mild and gentle was the fire which I   Did to the fish apply, you'd scarce believe it. It was as when a hen does seize some food, And carries it away to eat at leisure: She runs all round with care; another sees her, And straightway follows her to take it from her. So here, the man who first found out the pleasure Of dainty eating, sprang up high and ran All round and round, with his dish in his hand. The rest pursued him—it was fine to see them: Some got a little, some got nothing, some Got all they wanted. Well, as I was saying, I took some river fish, eaters of mud. What if I'd had a scare, or blue-back'd fish From Attic waters, O thou saving Jupiter! Or boar from Argive woods, or noble conger From Sicyon's bay, the conger which the god Of the deep sea doth bear aloft to heaven, Fit banquet for his brethren. Then no doubt The guests who ate would all have seem'd like gods; I should have been immortal, since the dead By the mere smell of my meat I bring to life again.