, II.31: Charilus the Lacedemonian, to one Helot who behaved himself over insolently and audaciously towards him: By the Gods (saith he) If I were not now angry, I would presently make thee die.
'This is where Lady Luck parts her fanny flaps and lets you dip your fingers in her pudding, if you get my drift. […]
… in order to explore the links between thought and action, Cydippean mora and Procnean revenge.
We had but euen pot luck, a little to moyſten our lips, and no more.
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