That was Encolpius now: a young man, barely raised to be a man. He had been raised by a thoroughbred of a Roman father, who wouldn't allow any of the words "love" and "getting it on with a girl" in his house and a caring Roman wetnurse, who told him stories about ansera mater and the like. What could come from such a guy?
From "The Boys of Satyricon"
This home and my life are dedicated to my young and lovely Giton...
