Book IX, 764: On a Mosquito Net

No powerful beast, or fish of the sea, or bird do I catch in my meshes, but men willing to be caught. My defensive art, in no wise inferior to a city’s wall, keeps a man who would avoid the sting of flies uneaten as he takes his siesta after the midday meal. I bring him the gift of undisturbed slumber, and save the slaves themselves from their service of chasing the flies away.