Book, Chapter

  1  Pre     |        Uncle Toby would have drawn Trimalchio and his peers to admiration.~
  2  Int,   1|            describes the Dinner of Trimalchio. That the work was originally
  3  Int,   1|            Fourteen. The Dinner of Trimalchio probably formed a complete
  4  Int,   2|        Roman, and that is Diderot. Trimalchio and Agamemnon might have
  5  Int,   2|            is able. Haley also has Trimalchio in his favor, as has also
  6  Int,   2|          the Sibyl at Cumae," says Trimalchio. Now if the scene of the
  7  Int,   2|            the other hand, suppose Trimalchio is speaking of something
  8  Int,   3|           entire episode, in which Trimalchio figures, offers an incredible
  9  Int,   3|         and malfeasance in office. Trimalchio's introduction is a masterstroke,
 10  Int,   3|         effect of the alcohol upon Trimalchio, the little old lady girded
 11    1,  30|            for the free dinner (at Trimalchio's,) but battered as we were,
 12    1,  30|            is today? The exquisite Trimalchio, who keeps a clock and a
 13    2     |           VOLUME II.~THE DINNER OF TRIMALCHIO~
 14    2,  31|      scarcely ceased speaking when Trimalchio snapped his fingers; the
 15    2,  32|         But short as was the time, Trimalchio had already been sprinkled
 16    2,  32|           of it in their brawling, Trimalchio declared they were pouring
 17    2,  33|        from the slaves' necks, and Trimalchio himself, wearing his hair
 18    2,  33|          us, the first shavings of Trimalchio's beard. I asked the hall-porter
 19    2,  34|       inscribed:~TO GAIUS POMPEIUS TRIMALCHIO~AUGUSTAL, SEVIR~FROM CINNAMUS
 20    2,  35|         occupied save only that of Trimalchio, for whom, after a new custom,
 21    2,  35|     margins of which were engraved Trimalchio's name and the weight of
 22    2,  36|             to the sound of music, Trimalchio himself was carried in and
 23    2,  37|          diners. Turning his head, Trimalchio saw what was going on. "
 24    2,  38|          Having finished his game, Trimalchio was served with a helping
 25    2,  38|         picked it up. Seeing this, Trimalchio ordered that the boy be
 26    2,  38|          were studying the labels, Trimalchio clapped his hands and cried, "
 27    2,  38|     grotesque attitudes, whereupon Trimalchio chimed in:~"Poor man is
 28    2,  39|     ourselves with such vile fare, Trimalchio urged us to fall to: "Let
 29    2,  40|           a laugh. "Carver," cried Trimalchio, no less delighted with
 30    2,  40|    water-organ. Every now and then Trimalchio would repeat "Carver, Carver,"
 31    2,  40|           name is Carver. Whenever Trimalchio says Carver, carve her,
 32    2,  41|        replied. "She's the wife of Trimalchio, and she measures her money
 33    2,  41|          the seventh heaven and is Trimalchio's factotum, so much so that
 34    2,  41|            dislikes, she dislikes! Trimalchio himself has estates as broad
 35    2,  43|          CHAPTER THE THIRTY-NINTH.~Trimalchio broke in upon this entertaining
 36    2,  44|      fluttered around the room and Trimalchio ordered one to each guest,
 37    2,  45|         verses, in a shrill voice. Trimalchio turned to him and said, "
 38    2,  45|           it upon his own. At that Trimalchio added, "You can't deny that
 39    2,  45|           was Liber!" We applauded Trimalchio's conceit heartily, and
 40    2,  45|         the boy as he went around. Trimalchio retired to the close-stool,
 41    2,  51|           being bandied about when Trimalchio came in; mopping his forehead
 42    2,  51|          crowd on the streets, but Trimalchio dispelled this illusion
 43    2,  51|          or born upon my estates?" Trimalchio continued. "Neither," replied
 44    2,  51|            this is properly done," Trimalchio warned, "or I'll have you
 45    2,  52|          CHAPTER THE FORTY-EIGHTH.~Trimalchio's threatening face relaxed
 46    2,  52|         when: "What's a poor man?" Trimalchio broke in. "Well put," Agamemnon
 47    2,  52|         what it was I do not know. Trimalchio instantly rendered the following
 48    2,  53|            than the boar had been. Trimalchio scrutinized it closely and "
 49    2,  53|           So you forgot, did you?" Trimalchio shouted, "You'd think he'
 50    2,  53|        wouldn't." But that was not Trimalchio's way: his face relaxed
 51    2,  54|        eyeing the platter closely, Trimalchio remarked, "I'm the only
 52    2,  56|           fashion. Glaring at him, Trimalchio said, "Go hang yourself,
 53    2,  56|            Why do you pray to me?" Trimalchio demanded, at this: "I don'
 54    2,  56|          and mellowed by the wine, Trimalchio was just about drunk. "Why
 55    2,  57|            the Kalends of July, on Trimalchio's estates near Cumae, were
 56    2,  57|             What's that?" demanded Trimalchio. "When were the gardens
 57    2,  57|         appeared in the accounts." Trimalchio flew into a rage at this. "
 58    2,  57|          of his foresters in which Trimalchio was disinherited by a codicil,
 59    2,  57|           wine jar with his teeth. Trimalchio was the only one who was
 60    2,  58|           and fell, alighting upon Trimalchio's arm. The whole household
 61    2,  58|           a total stranger. As for Trimalchio, he groaned heavily and
 62    2,  58|            in place of punishment, Trimalchio ordered that the boy be
 63    2,  59|           A good reason," declared Trimalchio, "why such an occasion shouldn'
 64    2,  59|         Mopsus the Thracian, until Trimalchio broke in with: "Professor,
 65    2,  61|            cheeks. At last, one of Trimalchio's fellow-freedmen, the one
 66    2,  63|        answer this indictment when Trimalchio, who was delighted with
 67    2,  63|            spears against shields. Trimalchio sat himself up on his cushion
 68    2,  63|         raised a shout, as soon as Trimalchio had done speaking, and,
 69    2,  64|      called Cerdo -- business -- , Trimalchio informed us, the other Lucrio --
 70    2,  64|          kissed a true likeness of Trimalchio, we were ashamed to pass
 71    2,  65|       sound minds and good health, Trimalchio turned to Niceros. "You
 72    2,  67|           story for granted," said Trimalchio, "and if you'll believe
 73    2,  68|         when "See here, Plocamus," Trimalchio spoke up, "haven't you anything
 74    2,  68|      afterwards that it was Greek. Trimalchio himself then favored us
 75    2,  68|         her throat. This sight put Trimalchio in mind of his own dog and
 76    2,  68|        beside the table. Thereupon Trimalchio remarked, as he threw it
 77    2,  68|           than Scylax." Enraged at Trimalchio's praising Scylax so warmly,
 78    2,  68|            guests with hot oil. As Trimalchio did not wish to seem concerned
 79    2,  68|         his rocking-horse, he beat Trimalchio's shoulders with his open
 80    2,  68|        fingers do I hold up!" When Trimalchio had, in a measure, regained
 81    2,  69|           caps on them, which same Trimalchio earnestly entreated us to
 82    2,  69|     Delighted with his good humor, Trimalchio called for a larger goblet
 83    2,  70|       SIXTY-SIXTH.~"But," demanded Trimalchio, "what did you have for
 84    2,  71|           Tell me." "What's that," Trimalchio replied; "don't you know
 85    2,  71|            she would have us know! Trimalchio, who was on the watch, ordered
 86    2,  72|            After a short interval, Trimalchio gave orders for the dessert
 87    2,  72|             When all this was done Trimalchio remarked, "I could rest
 88    2,  72|            a nightingale, and when Trimalchio presently called out, "Change
 89    2,  73|           s branded," she snapped. Trimalchio laughed. "There's where
 90    2,  73|             had been served, until Trimalchio spoke up. "Everything you
 91    2,  74|            not done speaking, when Trimalchio chimed in, "As I hope to
 92    2,  74|            a yoke around his neck. Trimalchio arbitrated their difference,
 93    2,  74|   hand-clapping than talking, when Trimalchio called out, "Philargyrus,
 94    2,  75|         CHAPTER THE SEVENTY-FIRST.~Trimalchio was hugely tickled at this
 95    2,  75| appropriate:~HERE RESTS G POMPEIUS TRIMALCHIO~FREEDMAN OF MAECENAS DECREED~
 96    2,  75|       HEARD A PHILOSOPHER~FAREWELL TRIMALCHIO~FAREWELL PASSERBY"~
 97    2,  76|          had repeated these words, Trimalchio began to weep copiously,
 98    2,  76|         beginning to sniffle, when Trimalchio said, "Let's live while
 99    2,  76|            his bare feet to follow Trimalchio, who was clapping his hands.
100    2,  77|         like a cold water cistern; Trimalchio was standing upright in
101    2,  77|            It was being heated for Trimalchio. When the fumes of the wine
102    2,  77|            his first beard today," Trimalchio remarked, at length, "a
103    2,  78|      crowed! Alarmed at this omen, Trimalchio ordered wine thrown under
104    2,  78|            in the neighborhood and Trimalchio ordered the cook to prepare
105    2,  78|      delicacies had been consumed, Trimalchio looked the slaves over. "
106    2,  78|            among the fresh slaves. Trimalchio seized him and kissed him
107    2,  78|            house, began to rail at Trimalchio, styling him an abomination
108    2,  78|       ending by calling him a dog. Trimalchio flew into a rage at her
109    2,  78|            and moaning. But as for Trimalchio, "What the hell's next?"
110    2,  79|            THE SEVENTY-FIFTH.~When Trimalchio had launched this thunderbolt,
111    2,  79|    guardian angel to be mollified. Trimalchio could restrain the tears
112    2,  82|          into the dining-room, and Trimalchio requested us to feel them
113    2,  82|        positively nauseating, when Trimalchio, beastly drunk by now, bethought
114    2,  82|  patrolling the vicinity, thinking Trimalchio's house was afire, suddenly
115    3,  83|           on the door-sill had not Trimalchio's courier come up in state,
116    5, 150|           this sentence uttered by Trimalchio. The verb "vivere" has taken
117    5, 158|           Greek and Roman rituals. Trimalchio spits and throws wine under