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Afterwards, when Agamemnon would ask him when he would confront the prince of Troy, he would smile his most guileless, maddening smile. “What has Hector ever done to me?
Madeline Miller (The Song of Achilles)
Wisdom comes through suffering. Trouble, with its memories of pain, Drips in our hearts as we try to sleep, So men against their will Learn to practice moderation. Favours come to us from gods.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
My will is mine...I shall not make it soft for you.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Nothing forces us to know What we do not want to know Except pain
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right, Agamemnon or Priam, when they fought over the beauty of a woman who is now dust and ashes?
Umberto Eco (The Name of the Rose)
There is advantage in the wisdom won from pain.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
In war, the first casualty is truth.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
They sent forth men to battle, But no such men return; And home, to claim their welcome, Come ashes in an urn
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Rage - Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus' son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses, hurling down to the House of Death so many sturdy souls, great fighters' souls, but made their bodies carrion, feasts for the dogs and birds, and the will of Zeus was moving toward its end. Begin, Muse, when the two first broke and clashed, Agamemnon lord of men and brilliant Achilles.
Homer (The Iliad / The Odyssey)
There is no avoidance in delay.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
She looked just like a painting dying to speak.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Zeus, first cause, prime mover; for what thing without Zeus is done among mortals?
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Rest in Peace?’ Why that phrase? That’s the most ridiculous phrase I’ve ever heard! You die, and they say ‘Rest in Peace!’ …Why would one need to ‘rest’ when they’re dead?! I spent thousands of years of world history resting. While Agamemnon was leading his ships to Troy, I was resting. While Ovid was seducing women at the chariot races, I was resting. While Jeanne d’Arc was hallucinating, I was resting. I wait until airplanes are scuttling across the sky to burst out onto the scene, and I’m only going to be here for a short while, so when I die, I certainly won’t need to rest again! Not while more adventures of the same kind are going on.
Roman Payne (Rooftop Soliloquy)
Rumours voiced by women come to nothing.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
ATHENA: You wish to be called righteous rather than act right. [...] I say, wrong must not win by technicalities.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
He is lost in Agamemnon and Odysseus' wily double meanings, their lies and games of power. They have confounded him, tied him to a stake and baited him. I stroke the soft skin of his forehead. I would untie him if I could. If he would let me.
Madeline Miller (The Song of Achilles)
Oh, the torment bred in the race, the grinding scream of death and the stroke that hits the vein, the hemorrhage none can staunch, the grief, the curse no man can bear. But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no, not from others but from them, their bloody strife. We sing to you, dark gods beneath the earth. Now hear, you blissful powers underground -- answer the call, send help. Bless the children, give them triumph now.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia Trilogy: Agamemnon, the Libation-Bearers and the Furies)
Do I not live? Badly, I know, but I live.
Sophocles (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
I wished Odysseus were there so I could ask him: but how did the king get that man to help him, the one who had struck him so deep? The answer that came to me was from a different tale. Long ago, in my wide bed, I had asked Odysseus: "What did you do? When you could not make Achilles and Agamemnon listen?" He'd smiled in the firelight. "That is easy. You make a plan in which they do not.
Madeline Miller (Circe)
They came back To widows, To fatherless children, To screams, to sobbing. The men came back As little clay jars Full of sharp cinders.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Some say it is better to rule in hell than serve in heaven. That is a defeatist attitude. I intend to rule everywhere, not just in Hell." - General Agamemnon New Memoirs
Brian Herbert (The Battle of Corrin (Legends of Dune, #3))
AGAMEMNON: Oh immovable law of heaven! Oh my anguish, my relentless fate! CLYTEMNESTRA: Yours? Mine. Hers. No relenting for any of us.
Euripides (Iphigenia in Aulis (Plays for Performance Series))
In visions of the night, like dropping rain, Descend the many memories of pain
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Pour everything out for the blood you have shed, you're wasting your time in appeasing the dead.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
A great ox stands on my tongue.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Aristotle says in the Poetics,” said Henry, “that objects such as corpses, painful to view in themselves, can become delightful to contemplate in a work of art.” “And I believe Aristotle is correct. After all, what are the scenes in poetry graven on our memories, the ones that we love the most? Precisely these. The murder of Agamemnon and the wrath of Achilles. Dido on the funeral pyre. The daggers of the traitors and Caesar’s blood—remember how Suetonius describes his body being borne away on the litter, with one arm hanging down?” “Death is the mother of beauty,” said Henry. “And what is beauty?” “Terror.” “Well said,” said Julian. “Beauty is rarely soft or consolatory. Quite the contrary. Genuine beauty is always quite alarming.” I looked at Camilla, her face bright in the sun, and thought of that line from the Iliad I love so much, about Pallas Athene and the terrible eyes shining. “And if beauty is terror,” said Julian, “then what is desire? We think we have many desires, but in fact we have only one. What is it?” “To live,” said Camilla. “To live forever,” said Bunny, chin cupped in palm. The teakettle began to whistle.
Donna Tartt (The Secret History)
We spoil ourselves with scruples long as things go well.
Aeschylus (Aeschylus I: Oresteia (Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides))
that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist, but ripeness comes as well. From the gods enthroned on the awesome rowing-bench there comes a violent love.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Bastions of wealth are no deference for the man who treads the grand altar of Justice down and out of sight.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Evening. The dead sheathed in the earth's crust and turning the slow diurnal of the earth's wheel, at peace with eclipse, asteroid, the dusty novae, their bones brindled with mold and the celled marrow going to frail stone, turning, their fingers laced with root, at one with Tut and Agamemnon, with the seed and the unborn.
Cormac McCarthy (The Orchard Keeper)
I know the stars by heart, the armies of the night, and there in the lead the ones that bring us snow or the crops of summer, bring us all we have-- our great blazing kings of the sky, I know them, when they rise and when the fall . . .
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Agamemnon escaped with his life From land battles and sea storms, then fell to his wife.
Ovid (The Art of Love)
But there is a cure in the house, and not outside it, no, not from others but from them, their bloody strife. We sing to you, dark gods beneath the earth.
Aeschylus (The House of Atreus, Being the Agamemnon, Libation-Bearers, and Furies of Æschylus, Tr. Into Engl. Verse by E.D.a. Morshead)
You have used me strangely.
Aeschylus (An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides)
Alas, poor men, their destiny. When all goes well a shadow will overthrow it. If it be unkind one stroke of a wet sponge wipes all the picture out; and that is far the most unhappy thing of all. -Cassandra
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Sophokles is a playwright fascinated in general by people who say no, people who resist compromise, people who make stumbling blocks of themselves, like Antigone or Ajax.
Aeschylus (An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides)
For many men value appearances more than reality—thus they violate what’s right. Everyone’s prepared to sigh over some suffering man, though no sorrow really eats their hearts, or they can pretend to join another person’s happiness forcing their faces into smiling masks. But a good man discerns true character— he’s not fooled by eyes feigning loyalty, favouring him with watered-down respect.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
AGAMEMNON: I will not slay my children, nor shall thy interests be prospered by justice in thy vengeance for a worthless wife, while I am left wasting, night and day, in sorrow for what I did to one of my own flesh and blood, contrary to all law and justice.
Euripides (Iphigenia in Aulis (Plays for Performance Series))
Yet again, isn’t there something terrible in randomness—the idea that at the very bottom of its calculations, real depravity has no master plan of any kind, it’s just a dreamy whim that slides out of people when they are trapped or bored or too lazy to analyze their own mania.
Aeschylus (An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides)
By the sword you did your work, and by the sword you die.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
FURIES: Over the beast doomed to the fire this is the chant, scatter of wits, frenzy and fear, hurting the heart, song of the Furies binding brain and blighting blood in its stringless melody.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Every medicine is vain.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
For many among men are they who set high the show of honor, yet break justice.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Agamemnon: "Our prayer was simple — to raze Ilium’s walls to its roots, kill its heroes, rape its women, enslave its people. Is that too much to ask?
Dan Simmons (Ilium (Ilium, #1))
Neither the life of anarchy nor the life enslaved by tyrants, no, worship neither. Strike the balance all in all and god will give you power.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Learning comes through pain.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
CHORUS: Helen! wild mad Helen you murdered so many beneath Troy. Now you’ve crowned yourself one final perfect time, a crown of blood that will not wash away. Strife walks with you everywhere you go. KLYTAIMESTRA: Oh, stop whining. And why get angry at Helen? As if she singlehandedly destroyed those multitudes of men. As if she all alone made this wound in us
Anne Carson (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Often, they would say that at the very moment Agamemnon raised the knife, Artemis took pity on Iphigenia and swapped her for a deer. In this version of the story, my daughter lives on as a priestess and favourite of the goddess on an island somewhere. Crucially, in this telling, Agamemnon did nothing more than slaughter a simple animal. It’s poetic and pretty, and so very clean.
Jennifer Saint (Elektra)
فالموت ليس بؤساً عندما تموت مع من ترغب
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
We should know what is true before we break our rage.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
He’s not human,” Ajax blurted out. “Well, of course he bloody isn’t,” Agamemnon said. “His mother’s a fish.
Pat Barker (The Silence of the Girls)
In Greek mythology, Pallas Athena was celebrated as the goddess of reason and justice.1 To end the cycle of violence that began with Agamemnon’s sacrifice of his daughter, Iphigenia, Athena created a court of justice to try Orestes, thereby installing the rule of law in lieu of the reign of vengeance.2 Recall also the biblical Deborah (from the Book of Judges).3 She was at the same time prophet, judge, and military leader. This triple-headed authority was exercised by only two other Israelites, both men: Moses and Samuel. People came from far and wide to seek Deborah’s judgment. According to the rabbis, Deborah was independently wealthy; thus she could afford to work pro bono.4 Even if its members knew nothing of Athena and Deborah, the U.S. legal establishment resisted admitting women into its ranks far too long.
Ruth Bader Ginsburg (My Own Words)
The critics say that epics have died out with Agamemnon and the goat-nursed gods; I'll not believe it. I could never deem as Payne Knight did, that Homer's heroes measured twelve feet high. They were but men: -his Helen's hair turned grey like any plain Miss Smith's who wears a front; And Hector's infant whimpered at a plume as yours last Friday at a turkey-cock. All heroes are essential men, and all men possible heroes: every age, heroic in proportions, double faced, looks backward and before, expects a morn and claims an epos.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
For Ares, lord of strife, Who doth the swaying scales of battle hold, War’s money-changer, giving dust for gold, Sends back, to hearts that held them dear, Scant ash of warriors, wept with many a tear, Light to the hand, but heavy to the soul; Yea, fills the light urn full With what survived the flame— Death’s dusty measure of a hero’s frame!
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
At home there tarries like a lurking snake, Biding its time, a wrath unreconciled, A wily watcher, passionate to slake, In blood, resentment for a murdered child.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
What mostly happens in the Iliad is that Achilles has a hissy fit because Agamemnon has stolen a slave girl of his, sulks in his tent for eight books and spends the ninth telling Agamemnon he’s had enough and he’s going home.
Caroline Taggart (A Classical Education: The Stuff You Wish You'd Been Taught in School)
Căntã, zeițã, mânia ce-aprinse pe-Ahil Peleianul, Patima crudã ce-Aheilor mii de amaruri aduse; Suflete multe viteze trimise pe lumea cealaltã, Trupul fãcându-le hranã la câini și la feluri de pãsãri Și împlinitã fu voia lui Zeus, de când Agamemnon, Craiul nãscut din Atreu, și dumnezeiescul Ahile S-au dezbinat dupã cearta ce fuse-ntre dânșii iscatã.
Homer (The Iliad of Homer, Volume 1)
You patronize me like some little woman with no mind to call her own. I speak with heart devoid of fear to those with wit to understand, and you can praise me or condemn me as you like, it's all the same to me.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Pain both ways and what is worse?
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Here he lies like something melting away. His mother’s blood comes quaking howling brassing bawling blacking down his mad little veins.
Aeschylus (An Oresteia: Agamemnon by Aiskhylos; Elektra by Sophokles; Orestes by Euripides)
Prometheus: Yes, I stopped mortals from foreseeing their doom. Chorus: What cure did you discover for that sickness? Prometheus: I sowed in them blind hopes.
David Grene (Greek Tragedies, Volume 1: Aeschylus: Agamemnon, Prometheus Bound; Sophocles: Oedipus the King, Antigone; Euripides: Hippolytus)
Horror gives place to wonder at your true account; The rest outstrips our comprehension; we give up.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
Only when man's life comes to its end in prosperity can one call that man fortunate.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
[. . .] we suffer and we learn. And we will know the future when it comes. Greet it too early, weep too soon. It all comes clear in the light of day.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Afterwards, when Agamemnon would ask him when he would confront the prince of Troy, he would smile his most guileless, maddening smile.
Madeline Miller (The Song of Achilles)
I had asked Odysseus: 'What did you do? When you could not make Achilles and Agamemnon listen?' He'd smiled in the firelight. 'That is easy. You make a plan in which they do not.
Madeline Miller (Circe)
But the Danaan princes and Agamemnon’s battalions, soon as they saw the man and his arms flashing amid the glom, trembled with mighty fear; some turn to flee, as of old they sought the ships; some raise a shout – faintly; the cry essayed mocks their gaping mouths.
Virgil (The Aeneid (Zongo Classics))
The quintessential emblem of religion — and the clearest manifestation of the perversity that lies at its core — is the sacrifice of a child by a parent. Almost all religious faiths incorporate the myth of such a sacrifice, and some have actually made it real. Lucretius had in mind the sacrifice of Iphigenia by her father Agamemnon, but he may also have been aware of the Jewish story of Abraham and Isaac and other comparable Near Eastern stories for which the Romans of his times had a growing taste. Writing around 50 BCE he could not, of course, have anticipated the great sacrifice myth that would come to dominate the Western world, but he would not have been surprised by it or by the endlessly reiterated, prominently displayed images of the bloody, murdered son.
Stephen Greenblatt (The Swerve: How the World Became Modern)
Clotilde, Miss Marple thought, was certainly no Ophelia, but she would have made a magnificent Clytemnestra---she could have stabbed a husband in his bath with exultation. But since she had never had a husband, that solution wouldn’t do. Miss Marple could not see her murdering anyone else but a husband---and there had been no Agamemnon in this house.
Agatha Christie (Nemesis (Miss Marple, #11))
Look - can't you see? The more you kick against the pricks, the more you suffer.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
But to speak ill of people at hand who give no cause for blame, is to assume a right far distinct from justice.
Aeschylus (The Oresteia: Agamemnon, The Libation Bearers, The Eumenides)
الآلهة يجب أن تقدس أكثر بواسطة البائسين.
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
that we must suffer, suffer into truth. We cannot sleep, and drop by drop at the heart the pain of pain remembered comes again and we resist.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Let me attain no envied wealth, let me not plunder cities, neither be taken in turn, and face life in the power of another.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Voluptuous promises, Crystalline logic, Caressing assurances Lead him, the slave Of his own destruction.
Aeschylus
Death is a softer thing by far than tyranny.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
In spite of Agamemnon Achilles had greeted her clean heart. She decided, not her father - not even the gods - that she belonged to Artemis. She showed him that the way to make your fate your choice is to choose it, fearlessly, your lungs drinking the air. It makes the gods ashamed.
Elizabeth Cook (Achilles)
Man must suffer to be wise. Head-winds heavy with past iol Stray his course and cooud his heart; Sorrow takes the blind soul's part-- Man grows wise against his will. For powers who rule from thrones above By ruthlessness commend their love.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
[. . .] radiant dreams are passing in the night, the memories throb with sorrow, joy with pain . . . it is pain to dream and see desires slip through the arms, a vision lost for ever winging down the moving drifts of sleep.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Agamemnon, Calchas, and Odysseus, on the other hand, know that one doesn’t grow powerful thanks to the gods: they take matters into their own hands and fight to have their names written into eternity. It is no wonder they have survived for so long: they are cruel and cunning. Although they are very different from one another, they have something in common—they believe they are special because no one but them sees the horrible things that need to be done. They believe others shy away from the brutal nature of life but that they are clever enough to see and act upon it.
Costanza Casati (Clytemnestra)
...while epic fantasy is based on the fairy tale of the just war, that’s not one you’ll find in Grimm or Disney, and most will never recognize the shape of it. I think the fantasy genre pitches its tent in the medieval campground for the very reason that we even bother to write stories about things that never happened in the first place: because it says something subtle and true about our own world, something it is difficult to say straight out, with a straight face. Something you need tools to say, you need cheat codes for the human brain--a candy princess or a sugar-coated unicorn to wash down the sour taste of how bad things can really get. See, I think our culture has a slash running through the middle of it, too. Past/Future, Conservative/Liberal, Online/Offline. Virgin/Whore. And yes: Classical/Medieval. I think we’re torn between the Classical Narrative of Self and the Medieval Narrative of Self, between the choice of Achilles and Keep Calm and Carry On. The Classical internal monologue goes like this: do anything, anything, only don’t be forgotten. Yes, this one sacrificed his daughter on a slab at Aulis, that one married his mother and tore out his eyes, and oh that guy ate his kids in a pie. But you remember their names, don’t you? So it’s all good in the end. Give a Greek soul a choice between a short life full of glory and a name echoing down the halls of time and a long, gentle life full of children and a quiet sort of virtue, and he’ll always go down in flames. That’s what the Iliad is all about, and the Odyssey too. When you get to Hades, you gotta have a story to tell, because the rest of eternity is just forgetting and hoping some mortal shows up on a quest and lets you drink blood from a bowl so you can remember who you were for one hour. And every bit of cultural narrative in America says that we are all Odysseus, we are all Agamemnon, all Atreus, all Achilles. That we as a nation made that choice and chose glory and personal valor, and woe betide any inconvenient “other people” who get in our way. We tell the tales around the campfire of men who came from nothing to run dotcom empires, of a million dollars made overnight, of an actress marrying a prince from Monaco, of athletes and stars and artists and cowboys and gangsters and bootleggers and talk show hosts who hitched up their bootstraps and bent the world to their will. Whose names you all know. And we say: that can be each and every one of us and if it isn’t, it’s your fault. You didn’t have the excellence for it. You didn’t work hard enough. The story wasn’t about you, and the only good stories are the kind that have big, unignorable, undeniable heroes.
Catherynne M. Valente
يريدون أن يخشاهم الآخرون ويخشون من خوف الآخرين منهم. لا يمنحهم الليل العطوف ملجأ آمناً ولا يطمئن قلوبهم النوم الذي يأتي على الهموم.
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
المربية:أعمى ومندفع من يبحث عن الاحتمال قائداً له. كلوتمنسترا: من يكون حظه سيئاً للغاية لماذا يخشى الاحتمال؟
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
لا أحد يحاول من أول لحظة أقصى مراحل الطريق.
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
من يندم من أجل خطيئته يكاد يكون بريئاً منها .
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
عندما يكره الزوج فإنه يتهم زوجته دون أن يبحث عن جريمة.
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
أجاممنون: أيمكن أن يخاف المنتصر؟ كاساندرا: يخاف مما لا يخشاه.
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
A curse burns bright on crime.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Old men are always young enough to learn, with profit.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
Shameless self-willed infatuation Emboldens men to dare damnation, And starts the wheels of doom which roll Relentless to their piteous goal.
Aeschylus (Agamemnon (Oresteia, #1))
The truth has to be melted out of our stubborn lives By suffering. Nothing speaks the truth, Nothing tells us how things really are, Nothing forces us to know What we do not what to know Except pain. And this is how the gods declare their love. Truth comes with pain.
Aeschylus
تطاردني تيارات متباينة مثلما يستحث الريح أحياناً والفيضان أحياناً أخرى البحر، فتتردد الموجة الحائرة إلى أي شر تتجه. لذلك فقد أطلقت الدفة من بين يدي فأينما يحملني الغضب أو القلق أو الأمل فسوف أذهب. فقد سلمت قاربي للأمواج .
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
ومهما ترفع فورتونا البشر إلى أعلى فإنها ترفعهم لكي تدفعهم إلى أسفل. فالثروة المتواضعة تدوم فترة أطول.السعيد إذن هو الذي يرضى بالقدر العادي ويلزم الشاطئ وسط ريح آمنة ويخشى أن يسلم قاربه إلى البحر الواسع بل يقترب من اليابسة بمجدافه المتواضع.
عبد المعطي شعراوي (ميديا -فيدرا-أجاممنون)
4. So reason makes all sorts of life easy, and every change pleasant. Alexander wept when he heard from Anaxarchus that there was an infinite number of worlds, and his friends asking him if any accident had befallen him, he returns this answer: Do not you think it a matter worthy of lamentation, that, when there is such a vast multitude of them, we have not yet conquered one? But Crates with only his scrip and tattered cloak laughed out his life jocosely, as if he had been always at a festival. The great power and command of Agamemnon gave him an equal disturbance:
Plutarch (Moralia (Active ToC))
You promise mercy to spies so they will spill their story, then you kill them after. You beat men who mutiny. You coax heroes from their sulks. You keep spirits high at any cost. When the great hero Philoctetes was crippled with a festering wound, the men lost their courage over it. So I left him behind on an island and claimed he had asked to be left. Ajax and Agamemnon would have battered at Troy’s locked gates until they died, but it was I who thought of the trick of the giant horse, and I spun the story that convinced the Trojans to pull it inside. I crouched in the wooden belly with my picked men, and if any shook with terror and strain, I put my knife to his throat. When the Trojans finally slept, we tore through them like foxes among soft-feathered chicks.
Madeline Miller (Circe)
Agamemnon posted guards to watch Troy every hour of every day. We were all waiting for something - an attack, or an embassy, or a demonstration of power. But Troy kept her gates shut, and so the raids continued. I learned to sleep through the day so that I would not be tired when he returned; he always needed to talk then, to tell me down to the last detail about the faces and the wounds and the movements of men. And I wanted to be able to listen, to disgest the bloody images, to paint them flat and unremarkable onto the vase of posteriry. To release him from it and make him Achilles again.
Madeline Miller (The Song of Achilles)
Epic art is founded on action, and the model of a society in which action could play out in greatest freedom was that of the heroic Greek period; so said Hegel, and he demonstrated it with The Iliad: even though Agamemnon was the prime king, other kings and princes chose freely to join him and, like Achilles, they were free to withdraw from the battle. Similarly the people joined with their princes of their own free will; there was no law that could force them; behavior was determined only by personal motives, the sense of honor, respect, humility before a more powerful figure, fascination with a hero's courage, and so on. The freedom to participate in the struggle and the freedom to desert it guaranteed every man his independence. In this way did action retain a personal quality and thus its poetic form. Against this archaic world, the cradle of the epic, Hegel contrasts the society of his own period: organized into the state, equipped with a constitution, laws, a justice system, an omnipotent administration, ministries, a police force, and so on. The society imposes its moral principles on the individual, whose behavior is thus determined by far more anonymous wishes coming from the outside than by his own personality. And it is in such a world that the novel was born.
Milan Kundera (The Curtain: An Essay in Seven Parts)
Our most heated argument concerned the preponderance of women in my epic and Athene’s ubiquity, and the precedence given to famous women when Odysseus meets the ghosts of the departed. I had mentioned only Tyro, Antiope, Alcmene, Jocasta, Chloris, Leda, Iphimedeia, Phaedra, Procris, Ariadne, Maera, Clymene and, naturally, Eriphyle, and let Odysseus describe them to Alcinous. “My dear Princess,” said Phemius, “if you really think that you can pass off this poem as the work of a man, you deceive yourself. A man would give pride of place to the ghosts of Agamemnon, Achilles, Ajax, Odysseus’s old comrades, and other more ancient heroes such as Minos, Orion, Tityus, Salmoneus, Tantalus, Sisyphus and Hercules; and mention their wives and mothers incidentally, if at all; and make at least one god help Odysseus at some stage or other.” I admitted the force of his argument, which explains why, now, Odysseus first meets a comrade who has fallen off a roof at Circe’s house—I call him Elpenor—and cracks a mild joke about Elpenor’s having come more quickly to the Grove of Persephone by land than he by sea. I also allow Alcinous to ask after Agamemnon, Achilles and the rest, and Odysseus to satisfy his curiosity. For Phemius’s sake I have even let Hermes supply the moly in passages adapted from my uncle Mentor’s story of Ulysses. In my original version I had given all the credit to Athene.
Robert Graves (Homer's Daughter)
In the modern era, teachers and scholarship have traditionally laid strenuous emphasis on the fact that Briseis, the woman taken from Achilles in Book One, was his géras, his war prize, the implication being that her loss for Achilles meant only loss of honor, an emphasis that may be a legacy of the homoerotic culture in which the classics and the Iliad were so strenuously taught—namely, the British public-school system: handsome and glamorous Achilles didn’t really like women, he was only upset because he’d lost his prize! Homer’s Achilles, however, above all else, is spectacularly adept at articulating his own feelings, and in the Embassy he says, “‘Are the sons of Atreus alone among mortal men the ones / who love their wives? Since any who is a good man, and careful, / loves her who is his own and cares for her, even as I now / loved this one from my heart, though it was my spear that won her’ ” (9.340ff.). The Iliad ’s depiction of both Achilles and Patroklos is nonchalantly heterosexual. At the conclusion of the Embassy, when Agamemnon’s ambassadors have departed, “Achilles slept in the inward corner of the strong-built shelter, / and a woman lay beside him, one he had taken from Lesbos, / Phorbas’ daughter, Diomede of the fair colouring. / In the other corner Patroklos went to bed; with him also / was a girl, Iphis the fair-girdled, whom brilliant Achilles / gave him, when he took sheer Skyros” (9.663ff.). The nature of the relationship between Achilles and Patroklos played an unlikely role in a lawsuit of the mid-fourth century B.C., brought by the orator Aeschines against one Timarchus, a prominent politician in Athens who had charged him with treason. Hoping to discredit Timarchus prior to the treason trial, Aeschines attacked Timarchus’ morality, charging him with pederasty. Since the same charge could have been brought against Aeschines, the orator takes pains to differentiate between his impulses and those of the plaintiff: “The distinction which I draw is this—to be in love with those who are beautiful and chaste is the experience of a kind-hearted and generous soul”; Aeschines, Contra Timarchus 137, in C. D. Adams, trans., The Speeches of Aeschines (Cambridge, MA, 1958), 111. For proof of such love, Aeschines cited the relationship between Achilles and Patroklos; his citation is of great interest for representing the longest extant quotation of Homer by an ancient author. 32
Caroline Alexander (The War That Killed Achilles: The True Story of Homer's Iliad and the Trojan War)