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IN A TOWN OF OSROINI Wounded in a tavern brawl our friend Remon was brought to us last night around midnight. Through the window that we left wide open, the moon lit his handsome body on the bed. We’re a mixture here; Syrians, Greeks, Armenians, Medes. Such is Remon too. But yesterday when the moon lit his sensuous face, our thoughts went to Plato’s Charmides. |