And so she entered. Throwing back her veil,
She looked at me attentively.
I say to her: "Was it you who dictated to Dante
The pages of the Inferno?" She replies: "I did."
Literal translation
"The Muse", Anna Akhmatova, 1924 and Jennifer Coolidge, The White Lotus, 2022
In the finale of the Strugatskys' Roadside Picnic, the Golden Ball is told: "Happiness for everybody, free, and let nobody go away unsatisfied!" I do not promise to offend nobody, but the digest really does come free of charge. So, here is the main business of the
Frederic Leighton. “Daedalus and Icarus”, 1869 Daedalus warns his son not to climb too high: the heat of the sun may melt the wax, but Icarus is already gazing into the distance, and the lamentations of a foolish old man interest him not in the least
