" Creon devoted himself to music, ancient manuscripts, long afternoons browsing in the antique shops of Thebes. But now Oedipus and his sons are dead. So Creon put away his books and his antiques, he rolled up his sleeves, and he took their place.

Sometimes, in the evenings, when he's very tired, he wonders if it isn't pointless,
leading men. He wonders if he shouldn't leave the sordid job to someone else, someone less refined, less sensitive... And then, in the morning, the more immediate problems present themselves, waiting to be solved, and he gets up, calmly, like any workman at the start of a new day. "

― Jean Anouilh , Antigone