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She was, in fact, Katharine Hepburn, playing a store clerk in the first reel of a smart comedy

dithyramb coming to majestic life: a swarm of fresh seapower

Not that I really think the Caine is inanimate. It's an iron poltergeist sent into the world by God

assistance of France. In London, Eban fared better, receiving no such threat from Prime Minister Harold Wilson; but Wilson

She had been reading sociology and was full of terms like anomy, other-directedness, acculturation, and similar jawbreakers, which she got off with athletic ease.

must his simplicity of thought and occasional quaintness be reproduced in the form of archaisms of language; and that not only because the affectation of an archaic

Sin spreads misery around it only when there is ground ready for the bad seed.

Writing itself is a bad enough trade, rightly held up to ridicule and contempt by the greater part of mankind, and especially by those who do real work, plowing, riding, sailing.

Over the city lies the sweet, rotting odor of yesterday's unrecollected sins.

Fear, O Achilles, the wrath of heaven; think on your own father and have compassion upon me, who am the more pitiable

As I lay dying, the woman with the dog's eyes would not close my eyes as I descended into Hades.

For lo? my words no fancied woes relate; I speak from science and the voice of fate.

Mistress; please: are you divine, or mortal?

As a bull roars when feeding in the field, so roared the goodly door touched by the key and open flew before her.

the reader is hurried out of himself by the force of the poet's imagination, and turns in one place to a hearer, in another to a spectator.

L. 547. The terms made use of in this line, and in 481, may appear somewhat coarse, as addressed by one Goddess to another: but I assure the English reader that in this passage

The shock of encountering an ancient author speaking in largely recognizable language can make him seem more strange, and newly strange. I would like to invite readers to experience a sense of connection to this ancient text, while also recognizing its vast distance from our own place and time. Homer is, and is not, our contemporary.

What are they here —violent, savage, lawless? or friendly to strangers, god-fearing men?

the dead, to the drifting, listless spirits of their ghosts

Never once have you taken courage in your heart to arm with your people for battle, or go into ambuscade with the best

That was all gods' work, weaving ruin there So it should make a song for men to come!

To you, sedition, violence and fighting are the breath of life. What if you are a great soldier - who made you so but God?

Tell me now, you Muses who have your homes on Olympos. 485  For you, who are goddesses, are there, and you know all things, and we have heard only the rumor of it and know nothing. Who then of those were the chief men and the lords of the Danaäns? I

It were too much toil for me, as if I were a god, to tell all this, for all about the stone wall the inhuman strength of the fire was rising