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Who was Cassandra?


  • 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.

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Strange,isn't it.

This just seems to fit, though I'm likely not to be the first to think of it:

Meanwhile the mind, from pleasure less,
Withdraws into its happiness;
The mind, that ocean where each kind
Does straight its own resemblance find,
Yet it creates, transcending these,
Far other worlds, and other seas;
Annihilating all that’s made
To a green thought in a green shade.

Andrew Marvell At http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/173948

Ah, so literary, although redwing blackbirds sound like creatures who took a wrong turn during assembly. Me, I'm grinding, just like the mills of God. Exceeding slow. Correcting, editing, re-writing - the car mechanic equivalent of fitting a new muffler. Recognising what's wrong and hoping to rectify it. Flies dive-bomb my aged Compaq netbook and the sun is, I am glad to see, rising in the east. Technically I'm on holiday in the Languedoc but looking on you'd hardly notice the difference. Are you in fact at one of Three Places in New England, the ones Ives identifies, especially the one with the very odd river name: Housatonic. Sounds rather NASA to me.

Note the odd extension on my website address.

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