13 August 2008

The Splendid Fane

Despite the hour, she finds me and plonks a Metaxa 5* down.

She doesn't burn a nail:

Then mou kalyetai karfi.

Not give a damn.

"Let me lead
Your footsteps towards my royal father's abode
Where all Phaeakii aristos will see
There on that hilltop
Our city, walled around with strong defences,
And defended on both sides by the narrow-entranced
Port where our brave ships
Are ready aligned, each in their place,
And where, tight-knit with the proud fleet
Of Poseidon, looms the forum of immense stones
From quarries drawn from afar, hence built strong."

Odyssey VI, 308

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