And Righteousness is a shining in
the smoke of mean houses.
Her blessing is on the just man.
From high halls starred with gold by reeking hands
she turns back
with eyes that glance away to the simple in heart. . . .
Aeschylus, Agamemnon ll. 772 ff., trans. Lattimore.
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Something about this evocative comment catches me. Such a picture - of the shining through the smoke. Of the "glancing" toward the simple heart, not just a glancing of the eyes, but like a glancing blow or thrown rock that reflexively (?)shears away,repulsed by falseness and drawn to the smoky light. -Lois
Yes. I can't imagine what it would be like to be able to get Aeschylus' Greek into English that lovely.
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