“[Nero] jumped off his couch and marched straight toward me, his whole body starting to glow, because Will Solace couldn't have his own thing. Oh, no, Nero had to glow, too.”
― The Tower of Nero
― The Tower of Nero
“Our king Apollo, O child of mighty Zeus,
when you were born your father gave you
a gold headband and a lyre of tortoise shell,
and more: a chariot drawn by swans. You were
to go to Delphi and the Kastalian springs
whose waters are the gift of broad Kephissos,
and there deliver justice to the Hellenes
through the oracles. But when you seized the reins,
you made the swans sail north to the distant land
of the Hyperboreans, and though the Delphians
begged you to return—with paeans of flutes
and circles of women dancing about the tripod—
Apollo, you remained to rule that people
through the long year. Came the season when the tripod
rings loud and clear in Delphi, you turned the swans
to Parnassos. It was high noon of summer
when you glided back from the far northlands;
swallows and nightingales were singing; cicadas
also sang about you; silver brooks poured down
from Kastalia, and the great river Kephissos
threw blue-foaming waves into the bright wind, yes,
even the waters knew a god was coming home.”
―
when you were born your father gave you
a gold headband and a lyre of tortoise shell,
and more: a chariot drawn by swans. You were
to go to Delphi and the Kastalian springs
whose waters are the gift of broad Kephissos,
and there deliver justice to the Hellenes
through the oracles. But when you seized the reins,
you made the swans sail north to the distant land
of the Hyperboreans, and though the Delphians
begged you to return—with paeans of flutes
and circles of women dancing about the tripod—
Apollo, you remained to rule that people
through the long year. Came the season when the tripod
rings loud and clear in Delphi, you turned the swans
to Parnassos. It was high noon of summer
when you glided back from the far northlands;
swallows and nightingales were singing; cicadas
also sang about you; silver brooks poured down
from Kastalia, and the great river Kephissos
threw blue-foaming waves into the bright wind, yes,
even the waters knew a god was coming home.”
―
“Grr-Fred—?" I started to ask.
"It's Grr-Fred," he corrected.
"GRR-Fred?"
"Grr-Fred."
"gRR-Fred?"
"Grr-Fred!”
― The Tower of Nero
"It's Grr-Fred," he corrected.
"GRR-Fred?"
"Grr-Fred."
"gRR-Fred?"
"Grr-Fred!”
― The Tower of Nero
“We need to be those that revere Apollo, yet do not ignore Dionysus. We must give Dionysus his due, but always in a subordinate sense to Apollo. As things stand, we live in a primitive Dionysian world where Apollo scarcely gets a look in. We need an Apollonian world by day (work hard, intelligently, rationally and logically) and a Dionysian world by night (play hard, satisfying our deepest needs in sublimated, ritualistic, and staged ways, avoiding the horror of the untamed, bestial Dionysian).”
― Inside Reality: The Inner View of Existence
― Inside Reality: The Inner View of Existence
“NAY.
"Maybe if I brought you back to the Grove of Dodona?"
NAY! It spoke so forcefully, it almost rattled out of my grasp.
I stared at the arrow, waiting for more, but I got the feeling its outburst had surprised even it.
"So ... are you just making horse sounds now?”
― The Tower of Nero
"Maybe if I brought you back to the Grove of Dodona?"
NAY! It spoke so forcefully, it almost rattled out of my grasp.
I stared at the arrow, waiting for more, but I got the feeling its outburst had surprised even it.
"So ... are you just making horse sounds now?”
― The Tower of Nero
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