Sublime

But justice is the bond of men in states,

Now that Medea had named my loneliness, it hung from everything, clinging like spiderwebs, unavoidable.

Talk of Prometheus’ punishment scarcely lasted out the moon.

I shelter where the storm drives me.

(Horace–Epistles I.i.14)

Act 1, Scene 2

Introduction

driven time and again off course,

As Aeschylus, the illustrious Greek tragedian, noted in the fifth century B.C., “In war, truth is the first casualty.”