Posted by Dennis » 1 Comment »
When your spearhead crumples against his shield, and it’s Menelaus’ turn to strike, and, as he advances, he takes the time to say something like this:
Lord Zeus, make Paris pay for the evil he’s done to me,
Smite him down with my hands so that men for all time
Will fear to transgress against a host’s offered friendship.
(trans. Stanley Lombardo)
I imagine it’d feel a bit like this:
That’s how I want my students to think about it any way.