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No Accounting for Taste

After Sappho, fragment 57

Andromeda, grow up! I know you like a bit of rough,
but I just saw you with that country girl dressed in a sack
that shows her ankles. Really… Send the hopeless creature back.
Surely the choice of talent in the town is good enough?

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Sappho, Fragment 57

τίς δ' ἀγροίωτις θέλγει νόον...
ἀγροίωτιν ἐπεμμένα σπόλαν...
οὐκ ἐπισταμένα τὰ βράκε' ἔλκην ἐπὶ τὼν σφύρων;