At this point a second eunuch arrived, so
incredibly insipid that he seemed a fitting
representative of the whole menage. Clapping his
hands for attention, he cleared his throat, grunted,
and gave vent to the following:
O fairies, O buggers,
O eunuchs exotic!
Come running, come running
ye anal-erotic!
With soft little hands,
with flexible bums,
Come, O castrati,
unnatural ones!
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