Note 1 — Chapter I · THE CETONIÆ
Alexander Teixeira de Mattos translation
To this delicious festival pilgrims have hastened, to gain the Lenten indulgences and to slake their thirst. Here, dipping their tongues by turns into the holy-water stoup of the same flower, are the Anthophora1 and her tyrant the Melecta.2 Robber and victim sip their nectar like good neighbours. There is no ill-feeling: between them. Both attend to their own affairs in peace. They seem not to know each other.