"The great and amorous sky curved over the earth, and lay upon her as a pure lover. The rain, the humid flux descending from heaven for both man and animal, for both thick and strong, germinated the wheat, swelled the furrows with fecund mud and brought forth the buds in the orchards. And it is I who empowered these moist espousals, I the great Aphrodite."
"When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?"
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Source: Aeschylus (2013). “Aeschylus II: The Oresteia”, p.54, University of Chicago Press
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