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

But his sister, Artemis of the wild, the lady of wild beasts,
scolded him bitterly and spoke a word of revilement:
'You run from him, striker from afar...Fool, then why do you wear that bow, which is wind and nothing.

Three thousand years have not changed the human condition in this respect; we are still lovers and victims of the will to violence, and so long as we are, Homer will be read as its truest interpreter.

You, you insolent brazen bitch — you really dare to shake that monstrous spear in Father’s face?