Chapter V: LXXIII, row 1
I’m still fighting a battle against cold season–cough cough sneeze wheeze–but I did draw a comic 🙂
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I’m still fighting a battle against cold season–cough cough sneeze wheeze–but I did draw a comic 🙂
Alexander: “Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief, that thou her maid art far more fair than she. It is my lady, O, it is my wife! Her eye discourses…”
Justa: “What man art thou that thus bescreened in night so stumblest in my courtyard? Irenaeus! FELIX!”
Excellent 😀
Gee, somehow that is MUCH better dialogue than I have planned 🙂 The gist is the same, I guess….
Uh oh. That’s not a happy Iusta face in the last panel. Something fell into the impluvium..?
Damon is probably always falling into the impluvium, sneaking around on rooftops. I’m sure it’s good for him, it’ll make him tough.
Alexander? That thing we were figuring out? Felix showed me how to do it! It IS fun!
Aww, now Alexander will be jealous Felix didn’t show him too.
but Menander did.
Felix took him to a brothel for lessons, but Mus wouldn’t,
I misread that as “took him for brothel lessons,” and it just seemed like such an apt phrase 😀