jingofever wrote:
His companion replies: "When he was with me, he never did any such thing!"[/i]
The problem is that the slave
did die, every day, when he awoke and realised again the shame and horror of his enslavement. His pride died. His humanity died. Every day he was weakened, and edged further towards death.
Oh. This is the lounge. Sorry.
It's actually not too bad, for Greeks. Their modern comedy is worse.
"What's that horrible smell?"
"A gypsy from Bulgaria!"
HAWHAWHAWHAW.
It's a wonderful country, with a history that transcends rational thought (even if they invented it). Shame about the present state of the place.
I'm a buzzkill.