contus

As beliefs of this type are an integral part of the character of the lower orders, I am certain that the passage in Petronius is not devoid of sarcasm; and if such is the case, "contus" cannot be rendered "pole."

Satyricon 2007

All translators have rendered "contus" by "pole," notwithstanding the fact that the word is used in a very different sense in Priapeia, x, 3: "traiectus conto sic extendere pedali," and contrary to the tradition which lay behind the gift of an apple or the acceptance of one.

Satyricon 2007

A recondite rendering of "contus" would surely give a sharper point to the joke and furnish the riddle with the sting of an epigram.

Satyricon 2007

As beliefs of this type are an integral part of the character of the lower orders, I am certain that the passage in Petronius is not devoid of sarcasm; and if such is the case, "contus" cannot be rendered "pole."

The Satyricon — Complete 20-66 Petronius Arbiter

As beliefs of this type are an integral part of the character of the lower orders, I am certain that the passage in Petronius is not devoid of sarcasm; and if such is the case, "contus" cannot be rendered "pole."

The Satyricon — Volume 06: Editor's Notes 20-66 Petronius Arbiter

All translators have rendered "contus" by "pole," notwithstanding the fact that the word is used in a very different sense in Priapeia, x, 3:

The Satyricon — Complete 20-66 Petronius Arbiter

All translators have rendered "contus" by "pole," notwithstanding the fact that the word is used in a very different sense in Priapeia, x, 3:

The Satyricon — Volume 06: Editor's Notes 20-66 Petronius Arbiter

A recondite rendering of "contus" would surely give a sharper point to the joke and furnish the riddle with the sting of an epigram.

The Satyricon — Volume 06: Editor's Notes 20-66 Petronius Arbiter

A recondite rendering of "contus" would surely give a sharper point to the joke and furnish the riddle with the sting of an epigram.

The Satyricon — Complete 20-66 Petronius Arbiter

A bolt of flame from some contus or war spear roared like a furnace, splashing blue fire across the bulkhead in back of me, and I turned and ran as fast as my bad leg would permit for half a hundred ells, driving the remaining sailors before me.

The Urth of the New Sun Wolfe, Gene 1987