"Why dost thou pluck each hair from thy aged cunt Ligia? Why rouse the embers of thy deadened lust? Such delicacy befits girls; for now thou canst not appear even an old woman. This, believe me, Ligia, Hector's mother, does not with grace, but Hector's wife. Thou art wrong if thou thinkest it a cunt, at which no prick can stand. Wherefore if thou hast a particle of shame, Ligia, beard not the dead lion."