You are a tiny little girl, Electra. Other little girls dreamed of being the richest or the most beautiful women of all. And you, ...fascinated by the horrid destiny of your people, you wished to become the most pained and the most criminal ... At your age, children still play with dolls and they play hopscotch. You, poor child, without toys or playmates, you played murder, because it is a game that one can play alone.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Understand me: I wish to be a man from somewhere, a moan among men. You see, a slave, when he passes by, weary and surly, carrying... a heavy load, limping along and looking down at his feet, only at his feet to avoid falling down; he is in his town, like a leaf in greenery, like a tree in a forest, argos surrounds him, heavy and warm, full of herself; I want to be that slave, Electra, I want to pull the city around me and to roll myself up in it like a blanket. I will not leave.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We were too light, Electra. Now our feet press down in the earth like the wheels of a cart in its groove. Come with me, and we wil...l walk heavily, bending under the weight of our heavy load.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
You weep, you weep for the sun an Image. ...... the wind calls hideously, woe for the children's fate, woe for a palace rent, woe, woe for these who spent life-blood in hate.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A steam ran small and terrible and shrill; it was so still;... the stream ran from the oak-copse and returned and ran back into shadow.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »