Last Updated on August 6, 2015, by eNotes Editorial. Word Count: 130
Context: At the home of Trimalchio a great feast has ended, and the people are sitting around amusing themselves. Niceros, friend of Trimalchio, tells about a friend of his who was a werewolf. One night Niceros persuaded this friend to go out with him. They came to a cemetery. Niceros recounts the events. (The literal translation of the phrase is: "My soul was in my nose.")
Then when I looked round at my friend, he stripped himself and put all his clothes by the roadside. My heart was in my mouth, but I stood like a dead man. He made a ring of water round his clothes and suddenly turned into a wolf. . . . after he had turned into a wolf, he began to howl, and ran off into the woods.