School-Teacher:
Look, girls, there's Juno.
Professor Horatio Smith:
No, madam. Not Juno - Aphrodite Kallipygos.
School-Teacher:
Are you sure?
Professor Horatio Smith:
Well, I ought to know. I discovered her.
School-Teacher:
Really? Uh, she's just come out of her bath. And you see that towel she's having in her hand.
Professor Horatio Smith:
That is not a towel, madam. It is a chiton, a form of drapery.
School-Teacher:
It looks like a towel.
Professor Horatio Smith:
Very good. It's a towel to you, it's a chiton to me.
School-Teacher:
She's the goddess of tem...
Professor Horatio Smith:
No, no, no. The goddess of love.
School-Teacher:
Titch!
Professor Horatio Smith:
Of blissful, wedded love.
School-Teacher:
She's a respectable goddess, girls.
Professor Horatio Smith:
She's practically perfect, as you can see. And in the languishing eye and smiling lips there is a boundless compassion for the folly and ignorance of a blind world.
School-Teacher:
Very jolly. Yes, very jolly. Come away, girls.
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