A young man foolishly agrees to race his girlfriend in a translation of passages from Cicero and is mystified when she starts two days early.

Very weak. Unless one is aware that the ides of April aren’t the fifteenth one would never get this one, and even if one does know that in April the ides come on the thirteenth, it’s still rather weak and uninteresting.

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	Banquets of the Black Widowers