Caught by a Bore

Horace Sermdnes 1.9.1-21

I was going by chance on the Sacred Way, as is my habit, thinking about some trifle or other [and] entirely absorbed] in it. Somebody known to me only by name ran up and, having seized [my] hand, [said], "How are you, my dear fellow?" "Very well, as things are," I said, "and I hope everything's well with you." When he followed, I put [him] off [with] "There isn't something you want?" But he said, "[Yes, that] you should be acquainted with me. I'm a scholar." At this point I said, "I'll value you all the more because of that."

Desperately wanting to get away, I at one time walked more quickly, occasionally stopped, said something in [my] slaves ear as (lit., when) sweat poured [down] to the bottom of my ankles. "O Bolanus, [how] fortunate [you are] in [your] bad temper!" I was saying to myself, while (lit., when) he ratded on about anything at all [and] praised the streets [and] the city.

When I was not replying to him, he said, "You desperately want to get away. I've noticed [this] for a long time, but it's no use; I'll stick with you the whole way. I'll escort you from here to where you are going (lit., to where your journey is)." "There is no need for you to be dragged around. I want to visit someone not known to you. He's [sick] in bed a long way off across the Tiber, near Caesar's gardens." "I have nothing to do, and I'm not slow; I'll keep following you." I let my ears fall like a donkey of sullen disposition when it is burdened with a heavier load on [its] back.

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