“Man is a truly cunning creature.”

— Aristophanés , The Birds

(abridged tr. O'Neill 1938, Perseus http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text.jsp?doc=Aristoph.+Birds+451)
Birds (414 BC)

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Athenian playwright of Old Comedy -448–-386 BC

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