A quote from the Bacchae of Euripides:
Will they ever come to me, ever again,
The long, long dances,
On through the dark till the dim stars wane?
Shall I feel the dew on my throat and the stream
Of wind in my hair? Shall our white feet gleam
In the dim expanses?
One of the ways I shall keep busy this summer is to read a chapter of
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