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1 " We are slaves to the gods. Whatever gods are. "
― Anne Carson , An Oresteia
2 " Yet again, isn’t there something terrible in randomness—the idea that at the very bottom of its calculations, real depravity has no master plan of any kind, it’s just a dreamy whim that slides out of people when they are trapped or bored or too lazy to analyze their own mania. "
3 " Sophokles is a playwright fascinated in general by people who say no, people who resist compromise, people who make stumbling blocks of themselves, like Antigone or Ajax. "
4 " You have used me strangely. "
5 " Here he lies like something melting away. His mother’s blood comes quaking howling brassing bawling blacking down his mad little veins. "
6 " Look at him, look how he drips unhealth—shudder object! "
7 " I am a restrained person.Otherwise my heart would race past mytongue to pour out everything.Instead I mumble,I gnaw myself.I lose hope.And my mind is burning. "
8 " But whenever I take to my restless dreamless dewdrenched bedI cannot close my eyes – fear stands over me instead of sleep.And whenever I think to sing or hum a tune to stay awakethen my tears fall.This house is in trouble.The good days are gone.How I pray for a change! A happy change! A light in darkness. "