O thing ridiculous, Cato, and funny, and
worthy of your ears and of your laughter. Laugh, Cato, the more you love Catullus: the thing is ridiculous and
too funny. Just now I caught a boy a-thrusting in a girl: and, so please you,
Dione, for lack of a weapon I slayed him with my own rigidity.
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