In the seventh chapter he tells how, crowned with laurel, lest lightning might strike him, he had sat, as Tiberius, in a garden at Capri, reading the shameful books of Elephantis, while dwarfs and peacocks strutted round him and the flute-player mocked the swinger of the censer;...
while dwarfs and peacocks strutted round him and the flute-player mocked the swinger of the censer; and, as Caligula, had caroused with the green-shirted jockeys in their stables and supped in an ivory manger with a jewel-frontleted horse; and, as Domitian, had wandered through a corrido...
Shedding, like a swinging censer, Whiffs of brimstone in His wake.Everything there sports one label (At a fair though upscale price). Swarthy stockboys shout in Babel, Keeping picnic things on ice.Stabbing goodies with His pitchfork—
In the seventh chapter he tells how, crowned with laurel, lest lightning might strike him, he had sat, as Tiberius, in a garden at Capri, reading the shameful235 books of Elephantis, while dwarfs236 and peacocks strutted237 round him and the flute-player mocked the swinger of the censer...