Sophocles: Antigone
“I will not say that I come breathless from speed, or that have plied a nimble foot; for often did my thoughts make me pause, and wheel round in my path, to return. My mind was holding large discourse with me; ‘Fool, why goest thou to thy certain doom?'”
Sophocles: Oedipus Rex
Chorus: “Of insolence is bred the tyrant; insolence full blown, with empty riches surfeited, scales the precipitous height and grasps the throne. Then topples o’er and lies in ruin prone; no foothold on that dizzy steep.”
The drawing below was done by my adult son, who never normally draws, on the occasion of my birthday this week.
The phrase in the title references the Book of the Dead, the working manual for the Abhorsen who hastens the unquiet spirits through the seven precincts and past the final gate.
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