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You must offer pots of green-stuff to the goddess to consecrate her altars.

Pots of green-stuff as we do to poor Hermes—and even he thinks the fare but mean?

What will you offer then? A fatted bull?

Oh, no! I don’t want to start bellowing the battle-cry.

A great fat swine then?

No, no.

Why not?

We don’t want any of the swinishness of Theagenes.

What other victim do you prefer then?

A sheep.

A sheep?

Yes.