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So may the Gods love me, I did not think it made any difference whether I smelled
Aemilius' mouth or his arse. In no respect is the latter cleaner, the former
filthier; as a matter of fact, his backside is cleaner and better—for
it comes without teeth. His mouth has teeth a foot and a half long, gums truly
like an old wagon-box, and besides, he usually has a maw like the split twat of
a she-mule pissing in the summer heat. This man has sex with many girls, and
makes himself out to be charming, and is not condemned to the mill [to
drive] the mule? Any girl who would touch him we would think could lick
the arse of a diseased hangman.
Catullus. The Carmina of Gaius Valerius Catullus. Leonard C. Smithers. London. Smithers. 1894.
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