“Eutychides the lyric poet is dead. Escape! you who inhabit the underworld, for he comes with odes, and orders thirteen lyres and twenty crates of music to burn beside him on his funeral pyre. Now Charon has you, for where can you escape with Eutychides established in Hell?”
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