Alone this day, a terrible impulse has seized me. I've resolved to start another book and descend into my own melancholy mind.
Book 1
Six pages consumed, and yet there is a fog, a mist, that clings to the narrative. There is a dialogue, but it is a mere murmuring exchange of words. The core of the matter remains elusive.
Weary and exhausted, my spirit bows beneath the weight of unremitting toil as I stumble upon passage upon passage. A sentence stands out to me, Homer writes, "Why Then, child, do you lament? What sorrow has come to your heart now?"(8).
While reading, a faint spark of interest rekindled within me. Homer's writing has caught my attention. He writes, "To a bad destiny I bore you in my chambers" (9). A shudder runs through my being as I read this.
Upon reaching the tenth page, the name Apollo seems to jump from the very ink itself.
Upon reaching the eleventh page, Zeus and Hera seem to loom large-- their presence weighing heavily on the narrative.
A single volume consumed, yet the plot still eludes me. A mesh of tangled unraveling before my very eyes yielding no coherent meaning...
Book 1
Six pages consumed, and yet there is a fog, a mist, that clings to the narrative. There is a dialogue, but it is a mere murmuring exchange of words. The core of the matter remains elusive.
Weary and exhausted, my spirit bows beneath the weight of unremitting toil as I stumble upon passage upon passage. A sentence stands out to me, Homer writes, "Why Then, child, do you lament? What sorrow has come to your heart now?"(8).
While reading, a faint spark of interest rekindled within me. Homer's writing has caught my attention. He writes, "To a bad destiny I bore you in my chambers" (9). A shudder runs through my being as I read this.
Upon reaching the tenth page, the name Apollo seems to jump from the very ink itself.
Upon reaching the eleventh page, Zeus and Hera seem to loom large-- their presence weighing heavily on the narrative.
A single volume consumed, yet the plot still eludes me. A mesh of tangled unraveling before my very eyes yielding no coherent meaning...
