6. Having finished his game, Trimalchio was served with a helping of everything and was announcing in a loud voice his willingness to join anyone in a second cup of honied wine, when, to a flourish of music, the relishes were suddenly whisked away by a singing chorus, but a small dish happened to fall to the floor, in the scurry, and a slave picked it up. XXX On the tray stood a donkey made of Corinthian bronze, bearing panniers containing olives, white in one and black in the other. The “. “She’s the wife of Trimalchio, and she measures her money by the peck. During my visit to London for studies where we had an Old Ancestral Home, I stumbled on a family treasure.
