{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/11551/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/21/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/243/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","description":"R. Aubreton"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z"},"unique_id":100001873,"created_at":"2022-02-21T19:31:51.163119Z","updated_at":"2022-02-21T19:31:51.163132Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"J’avais hier soir, pour une nuit, Philostrate… et je n’ai rien pu faire. Il avait pourtant — comment dire ? — tout mis à ma disposition !\r\nNe me gardez plus pour ami, amis ! Mais du haut d’une tour, jetez-moi, car je suis par trop devenu A-sty-anax !","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.11/?format=json"]}