19 June 2011


A.  "There were moments when the thought that he might have helped the nephew on his new course himself became so heavy in the old man that he would stop telling the story to Tarwater, stop and stare in front of him as if he were looking into a pit which had opened up before his feet.  At such times he would wanter into the woods and leave Tarwater alone in the clearing, occasionally for days, while he thrashed out his peace with the Lord, and when he returned, bedraggled and hungry, he would look the way the boy thought a prophet ought to look.  He would look as if he had been wrestling a wildcat, as if his head were still full of the visions he had seen in its eyes, wheels of light and strange beasts with giant wings of fire and four heads turned to the four points of the universe." — The Violent Bear it Away, Ch. 1

And catching sight of Helen moving along the ramparts,
they murmured one to another, gentle, winged words:
"Who on earth could blame them?  Ah, no wonder
the men of Troy and Argive under arms have suffered
years of agony all for her, for such a women.
Beauty, terrible beauty!
A deathless goddess—so she strikes our eyes!  But still,
ravishing as she is, let her go home in the long ships
and not be left behind . . . for us and our children
down the years an irresistible sorrow."  
— Iliad, Book III