‘’Euripides’’ says the tailor. ‘’Yeah, Eumenides?’’ replies the man.
...or was it Sock-rates?
Frankly, I think he's a lyre.
In the kitchen this morning, he tells me: "Dad, you know the Spartans were really fierce, and they'd throw away old weapons. They thought that if it wasn't sharp, it didn't have a point."
He puts them on the counter of the store and the tailor looks at them.
"Euripedes?" he asks.
"Yes," says the man. "Eumenides?"
What a massive lyre
The antichimera mechanism.
(I don't know how obscure this is, but if it doesn't make sense click this link)
Picking up the torn pages, his friend asked, “Why Euripides?”
It’s quite well known that the Ancient Greeks championed Hummus Texturality
I can give you a mini tour.
It's my Achilles Knee.
“Euripides?” says the tailor. “Yeah, Eumenides?” replies the man.
“Euripides?” Asks the tailor
“Yeah. Eumenides?” Replies the man
"Euripides?" says the tailor. "Yeah, Eumenides?" replies the man.