I say that there is nothing better than when people party, and the men sit in the dining hall and listen to the singer, and the tables are loaded with bread and meat, and the wine-bearer goes table-to-table , keeping the cups filled with wine. (Remember, ancient Greek and Roman cultures reclined on low couches around a table. They would reach over and take a bit of food, then leisurely eat it.) The author creates a picture of a large dining hall, with people (men) reclining on the couches, eating, drinking, and listening to a singer perform.

This seems to me to be the best thing in the world. But, since you’ve asked me about my troubles, I am reminded of my great sorrow.