Reading Ovid at the Plastic Surgeon’s

I scarcely dared to look to see what it was I was. No one else with a book, the slick weeklies gossip amongst themselves on the side tables as the ticker rolls the Dow Jones down down down under a profile of the marathon bombers (the older, a boxer). Jove argues for the removal of a race of   peoples that do not please him:What is past remedy calls for the surgeon’s knife