In the Iliad, she is described as the loveliest of the daughters of Priam (King of Troy), and gifted with prophecy. The god Apollo loved her, but she spurned him. As a punishment, he decreed that no one would ever believe her. So when she told her fellow Trojans that the Greeks were hiding inside the wooden horse...well, you know what happened.
My bright blue coat's the only color in the metro car. Exiting,I feel a little rush of love for my fellow Montrealers in their black and grey; perhaps it's the Sweelinck we've just sung, its unpredictable buoyancy -- or the earnest young stranger on the car telling his friends the miracle of voice lessons, the transformation a good teacher had made when the soft palette lifted and the sound changed completely: you can feel it, he said, looking at them in wonder, touching his forehead.
Our friend told us this story over dinner the other night: "Where I live in Nova Scotia it's all small towns and everyone knows each other. One day I was looking out my window and heard shouting. There were two families in the street, arguing. The voices started getting louder and louder. Finally one of the men went inside his house and came out carrying a mop. And brandishing this mop and yelling, he took off down the street, one family chasing the other one."
Her boyfriend put down his wineglass. "That's so Canadian," he said, a little smile playing around his mouth.