Antony (alkuperäinen julkaisuvuosi 1997; vuoden 1998 painos)

The gale of the night had blown itself out, but the wind from the mountains still struck cold in little gusts. Trebonius had drawn me out of the theatre and held me in the portico with some tale--of dire import, he insisted--which was so long and involved in its rambling telling that I grew bored, stopped listening, and instead amused myself with eyeing up a pretty whore plying her trade even so early in the day.