Transcription: Though his head swam from his host's unique style of speech, Theseus was quite grateful for the invitation. He looked forward to spending a night under a roof. And Procrustes was a thorough host. At a table heaped with food, he told story after story of the wild regions around his house. Theseus's wine bowl was never empty. His plate was always full. At last, noticing Theseus's drooping eyelids, Procrustes clapped his hands together. But where are my manners? you
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