Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc... - Catullus You were my playmate by the sea. We swam together. Your girl's body had no breasts. We found prawns among the rocks; We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing; In the evening we played games with the others. It made me glad to be by you. Sometimes I kissed you, And you were always glad to kiss me; But I was afraid - I was only fourteen. And I had quite forgotten you, You and your name. To-day I pass through the streets. She who touches my arms and talks with me Is - who knows? - Helen of Sparta, Dryope, Laodamia ... And there are you A whore in Oxford Street.