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& now for more from The Greek Gods by Evslin, Evslin & Hoopes.
Aphrodite
[enter the introductions that i don't feel like typing]
"She was born out of the primal murder. When Chronos butchered his father, Oranos, with the scythe his mother had given him, he flung the dismembered body off Olympus into the sea, where it floated, spouting blood and foam which drifted, whitening in the sun. From the foam rose a tall beautiful maiden, naked and dripping. Waves attended her. Posedion's white horses brought her to the island of Cythera. Wherever she stepped, the sand turned to grass and flowers bloomed. Then she went to Cyprus. Hillsides burst into flowers, and the air was full of birds.
Zeus brought her to Olympus. She was still dripping from the sea. She wore nothing but the bright tunic of her hair which fell below her knees and was yellow as daffodils. She looked about the great throne room where the gods were assembled to meet her, arched her throat and laughed with joy.
Hera was watching Zeus narrowly. "You must marry her off," she whispered. "At once - without delay!"
"Yes, " said Zeus. "Some sort of marriage would seem to be indicated."
And he said "Brothers, sons, cousins, Aphrodite is to be married. She will choose her own husband. So make your suit."
The gods closed around her, shouting promises, pressing their claims. [...]
Then Hera, scowling, reached her long white arm and dragged Hephaestus, the lame smith-god, from where he had been hiding behind the others, ashamed to be seen. And she hissed into his ear, "Speak, fool. Say exactly what I told you to say."
He limped forward with great embarrassment, and stood before the radiant goddess, eyes cast down, not daring to look at her. He said: "I would make a good husband to a girl like you. I work late"
Aphrodite smiled. She said nothing, but put her finger under the chin of the grimy little smith, raised his face, leaned down, and kissed him on the lips.
That night they were married. And at the wedding party she finally spoke - whispering to each of the suitors - telling each one when he might come with his gift."
k. seriously. this book is just too entertaining.
the punctuation is killing me, though.
much like the writing itself.
Aphrodite
[enter the introductions that i don't feel like typing]
"She was born out of the primal murder. When Chronos butchered his father, Oranos, with the scythe his mother had given him, he flung the dismembered body off Olympus into the sea, where it floated, spouting blood and foam which drifted, whitening in the sun. From the foam rose a tall beautiful maiden, naked and dripping. Waves attended her. Posedion's white horses brought her to the island of Cythera. Wherever she stepped, the sand turned to grass and flowers bloomed. Then she went to Cyprus. Hillsides burst into flowers, and the air was full of birds.
Zeus brought her to Olympus. She was still dripping from the sea. She wore nothing but the bright tunic of her hair which fell below her knees and was yellow as daffodils. She looked about the great throne room where the gods were assembled to meet her, arched her throat and laughed with joy.
Hera was watching Zeus narrowly. "You must marry her off," she whispered. "At once - without delay!"
"Yes, " said Zeus. "Some sort of marriage would seem to be indicated."
And he said "Brothers, sons, cousins, Aphrodite is to be married. She will choose her own husband. So make your suit."
The gods closed around her, shouting promises, pressing their claims. [...]
Then Hera, scowling, reached her long white arm and dragged Hephaestus, the lame smith-god, from where he had been hiding behind the others, ashamed to be seen. And she hissed into his ear, "Speak, fool. Say exactly what I told you to say."
He limped forward with great embarrassment, and stood before the radiant goddess, eyes cast down, not daring to look at her. He said: "I would make a good husband to a girl like you. I work late"
Aphrodite smiled. She said nothing, but put her finger under the chin of the grimy little smith, raised his face, leaned down, and kissed him on the lips.
That night they were married. And at the wedding party she finally spoke - whispering to each of the suitors - telling each one when he might come with his gift."
k. seriously. this book is just too entertaining.
the punctuation is killing me, though.
much like the writing itself.