And Here’s A Weirdly Double Exposed Mt Etna

i think about this roman statue of odysseus escaping polyphemus' cave beneath a ram often

wretchedly perish then said cicero wednesday

"My father sacrificed me to One Direction"

What if I started blogging in the style of middle-schoolers who are trying to translate Latin?

absolutely incredible that this fragment is the only evidence we have of a play of aeschylus about iphigenia.

Centaur Watching Fish by Arnold Böcklin (1878).

I love love love Böcklin’s mythical pieces, they have this sense of realism, and often even sensitivity.

ranking sophocles plays in order of how real ghosts are in them

Tartarus © Aurelio Monge

Dudes be like "Et tu Brute"

My brother in Jupiter you were the one about to destroy the Republic

“Scared at last the maiden took refuge by the tripods; she drew near to the vast chasm and there stayed; and her bosom for the first time drew in the divine power, which the inspiration of the rock, still active after so many centuries, forced upon her. At last Apollo mastered the breast of the Delphian priestess; as fully as ever in the past, he forced his way into her body, driving out her former thoughts, and bidding her human nature to come forth and leave her heart at his disposal. Frantic she careers about the cave, with her neck under possession; the fillets and garlands of Apollo, dislodged by her bristling hair, she whirls with tossing head through the void spaces of the temple; she scatters the tripods that impede her random course; she boils over with fierce fire, while enduring the wrath of Phoebus. Nor does he ply the whip and goad alone, and dart flame into her vitals: she has to bear the curb as well, and is not permitted to reveal as much as she is suffered to know. All time is gathered up together: all the centuries crowd her breast and torture it; the endless chain of events is revealed; all the future struggles to the light; destiny contends with destiny, seeking to be uttered. The creation of the world and its destruction, the compass of the Ocean and the sum of the sands—all these are before her.”

— Lucan, Pharsalia 5:161ff, tr. J. D. Duff.