how_many_kisses Doar How many kisses satisfy, How many are enough and more, You ask me, Lesbia. I reply, As many as the Libyan sands Sprinkling the Cyrenaic shore Where silphium grows, between the places Where old King Battus's tomb stands and Jupiter Ammon has his shrine In Siwa's sweltering oasis; As many as the stars above That in the dead of midnight shine Upon men's secrecies of love. When he has all those kisses, mad- Hungry Catullus will have had Enough to slake his appetite- So many that sharp eyes can't tell The number, and the tongues of spite Are too confused to form a spell. Catullus (c. 84-c. 54 BC) Tans. James Michie . 050809 ... neesh you've just made my day, doar 050809 ... Doar I'm happy I could do that Neesh. . 050809 ... neesh although as it will forever be ingrained into my memory: You ask, Lesbia, how many of your kisses are enough and more than enough for crazy Catullus. As many as grains of sand lie in sylphium-producing Cyrene between the sacred tomb of old Battus and the Oracle of sultry Jupiter. Or as many as stars, when night is silent, see the furtive love affairs of men. That's how many kisses are enough and more than enough for mad Catullus, which cannot be counted, nor can an evil tongue bewitch. 050809 what's it to you? who go blather from