Oh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.
SophoclesDark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
SophoclesOh child, may you be happier than your father, but in all other respects alike. And then you would not be bad.
SophoclesDark, dark! The horror of darkness, like a shroud, wraps me and bears me on through mist and cloud.
Sophocles