Every kind of scintillation flashed from the gem-incrusted dishes.

The crateras with their borders of convex mirrors multiplied and enlarged the images of things; the soldiers thronged around, looking at their reflections with amazement, and grimacing to make themselves laugh.

They tossed the ivory stools and golden spatulas to one another across the tables.

They gulped down all the Greek wines in their leathern bottles, the Campanian wine enclosed in amphoras, the Cantabrian wines brought in casks, with the wines of the jujube, cinnamomum and lotus.

There were pools of these on the ground that made the foot slip.