![]() ![]() This is the wild and terrible justice of God: it brings on great persons the great disasters. I say that poor people are happier: the little commoners and humble people, the poor in spirit: they can lie low under the wind and live: wihle the tall oaks and cloud-raking mountain pines go mad in teh storm, writhe, groan and crash. And ruling many: for then if misfortune comes it is unendurable, it drives you mad. Oh, it's a bad thing to be born of high race, and brought up wilful and powerful in a great house, unruled. This is my terror: to hear her always harking back to the children, like a fierce hound at fault. This evil is nto declining, it is just at dawn. ![]() You are lucky, old watchdog of Jason's boys. ![]() And it has hurt me so that I had to come out and speak it to the earth and sky. It is all one to Medea, wehther I am there or here. ![]()
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