Oedipus Rex
Sophocles (-496–-406), -429
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Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος και πάθος. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, τη μνήμη και τον χρόνο.
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My lot be still to leadThe life of innocence and flyIrreverence in word or deed,To follow still those laws ordained on highWhose birthplace is the bright ethereal sky.No mortal birth they own,Olympus their progenitor alone:Ne’er shall they slumber in oblivion cold,The god in them is strong and grows not old. Let the storm burst, my fixed resolve still holds,To learn my lineage, be it ne’er so low.It may be she with all a woman’s prideThinks scorn of my base parentage. But IWho rank myself as Fortune’s favorite child,The giver of good gifts, shall not be shamed.She is my mother and the changing moonsMy brethren, and with them I wax and wane.Thus sprung why should I fear to trace my birth?Nothing can make me other than I am. Of insolence is bredThe 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.But O may Heaven the true patriot keepWho burns with emulous zeal to serve the State.God is my help and hope, on him I wait. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
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- Πώς είναι το «Oedipus Rex»;
- Ατμόσφαιρα: φόβος και πάθος. Μιλά για την ελευθερία, τη μνήμη και τον χρόνο.
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «Oedipus Rex»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «Oedipus Rex», δοκίμασε «The Odyssey» (Homer), «John Brown’s Body» (Stephen Vincent Benét) και «Short Fiction» (Mary Shelley).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
What the greatest of the Greek heroes would trade for a day of paid labour.
“I spake; Achilles quickly answered me:— ‘Noble Ulysses, speak not thus of death, As if thou couldst console me. I would be A laborer on earth, and serve for hire Some man of mean estate, who makes scant cheer, Rather than reign o’er all who have gone down To death. Speak rather of my noble son, Whether or not he yet has joined the wars To fight among the foremost of the host.
The Odyssey · Homer
Τριακόσια χρόνια ζωής και ακόμη ψάχνει για γκρίζες τρίχες.
Am I, then, immortal? This is a question which I have asked myself, by day and night, for now three hundred and three years, and yet cannot answer it. I detected a grey hair amidst my brown locks this very day—that surely signifies decay. Yet it may have remained concealed there for three hundred years—for some persons have become entirely white-headed before twenty years of age.
Short Fiction · Mary Shelley
Η στιγμή που η γυναίκα του μοιάζει ξένη μέσα στην κουζίνα τους.
Against the dark background of the kitchen she stood up tall and angular, one hand drawing a quilted counterpane to her flat breast, while the other held a lamp. The light, on a level with her chin, drew out of the darkness her puckered throat and the projecting wrist-bone of the hand that clutched the quilt, and deepened fantastically the hollows and prominences of her high-boned face under its ring of crimping-pins. To Ethan, still in the rosy haze of his hour with Mattie, the sight came with the intense precision of the last dream before waking. He felt as if he had never before known what his wife looked like.
Ethan Frome · Edith Wharton
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