Leaving his mountain mangers, Paris cameto Sparta, where he thought that he could claimhis prize -- my bed. But Hera, whose defeatenraged her, had contrived a trick to cheatthe prince, bestowing on him in my placea breathing phantom shaped from nothingness.Paris was sure he was embracing me;it was an empty image, sheerest vanity.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Monday, May 24, 2010
Helen - V:40
Labels: Euripides
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