Explore "The Nine Muses Minus One" by Barry Pain on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
"I'm rather thirsty," said Erato to Clio. Erato had stretched herself once more on the mosaic floor of the cloud-room, with enough cushions to make herself comfortable. "So am I," said Terpsichore.
"Well, considering how very hot the night is, I am not surprised. Cupid!"