The banquet took place everyday from morning till night.
Day after day ,they drank beer ,beer ,and more beer ……
then wine,wine,and more wine……
Their lively singing never ceased.
Awoman stood in the shade of a tree nearby glaring at Bacchus.
She was Helen ,his wife.
I used to be called Aphrodite.
But,now,my face is all wrinkled .
It's all your fault.
You're held on to the glass all the time.
Why do you drink so much ？
Why don't you take care of me？
I was beautiful in the past ,but now I'm not at all.
Bacchus responded to her in a loud voice.
Liquor drives away my gloom .
I love liquor.
Liquor loves me ,too.
Why do you blame my drinking？