Great Man, now that you are dead, allow me to squeeze your hand. The sage bushes in Umbria are heavy with bees, so I’m killing them with hypnosis. I am a mere woman—inferior lettuce—but I understand swoon aka mirabilia. I fill this cup with nectar and offer it to soothe your Vesuvian wounds. I share […]
Source : Advice for Pliny the Elder, Big Daddy of Mansplainers
