You have navigated with raging soul far from the paternal home, passing beyond the seas' double rocks and now you inhabit a foreign land. - Euripides

The gods visit the sins of the fathers upon the children.

We are not subject to our own wills, our own desires. But to the fates and the fortunes that the gods hand to us. The future is turned before our eyes into wrenching heartache, into ashes and to splinters. From today I know that truly hope is dead. I ask you again, you who watch, how can there ever be any ending than this? First silence. Then darkness.

We are women, unable to perform noble deeds, but most skilful architects of every sort of harm.