the expectation: a heartbreaking tale of a man who suffers at the hands of the gods, desperately trying to get home to a wife and son who face the consequences of his absence, followed by the heartwarming moments of his eventual return
the reality:
the odyssey, or how odysseus bullshits his way out of potentially awkward situations
“Among the most famous women to have lived, Cleopatra VII ruled for twenty-two years. She lost a kingdom once, regained it, nearly lost it again, amassed an empire, lost it all. A goddess as a child, a queen at eighteen, a celebrity soon thereafter, she was an object of speculation and veneration, gossip and legend, even in her own time. Like all lives that lend themselves to poetry, Cleopatra’s was one of dislocations and disappointments. She grew up amid unsurpassed luxury, to inherit a kingdom in decline. The Ptolemies were in fact Macedonian Greek, which makes Cleopatra approximately as Egyptian as Elizabeth Taylor. Thirteen hundred year separate Cleopatra from Nefertiti. The pyramids already sported graffiti. The Sphinx had undergone a major restoration, a thousand years earlier. And the glory of the once great Ptolemaic Empire had dimmed. Cleopatra’s was an era of outsize, intriguing personalities. At its end the greatest actors fo the age exist abruptly. A world comes crashing down after them.” Insp.
some supernatural creature, capable of tearing a human being limb from limb: snarling and flashing big ass teeth, quite possibly is the embodiment of evil
But what of the man? I know his name was Guy Fawkes and I know in 1605, he attempted to blow up the Houses of Parliament. But who was he really? What was he like? We are told to remember the idea and not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be caught, killed and forgotten. But 400 years later an idea can still change the world. I have witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I’ve seen people kill in the name of them and die defending them. But you cannot kiss an idea, cannot touch it or hold it. Ideas do not bleed. They do not feel pain. They do not love. And it is not an idea that I miss. It is a man. A man that made me remember the fifth of November. A man that I will never forget. – V for Vendetta.
persephone's corner 