Ferocious Giants
"Thirty and more monstrous giants are standing over there! I shall ride towards them and do battle with them unto the death!" -Cervantes
"Thirty and more monstrous giants are standing over there! I shall ride towards them and do battle with them unto the death!" -Cervantes
The tyrant is a child of Pride Who drinks from his sickening cup Recklessness and vanity, Until from his high crest headlong He plummets to the dust of hope. -Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
“The latest incarnation of Oedipus, the continued romance of Beauty and the Beast, stand this afternoon on the corner of 42nd Street and Fifth Avenue, waiting for the traffic light to change.” ― Joseph Campbell
You must take your ship this way, but the cave is so high up that not even the stoutest archer could send an arrow into it. Inside it Scylla sits and yelps with a voice that you might take to be that of a young hound, but in truth she is a dreadful monster and no one—not even a god—could face her without being terror-struck.