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Not Averse
“Tell the emperor that my hall has fallen to the ground. Phoibos no longer has his house, nor his mantic bay, nor his prophetic spring; the water has dried up.”
Prophecy for Emperor Julian (the Apostate), 362 AD
Transl. Joseph Fontenrose, 1978. The Delphic Oracle, p353.
Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet…
Rrow itself, let it be sorrow; let him love it; let him pursue it…
Placeholder text (adapted from Cicero, 45 BC).
Transl. Jaspreet Singh Boparai, 2014.
However, (Hercules) still suffered from evil dreams, and went to ask the Delphic Oracle how he might be rid of them.
Robert Graves, 1960. The Greek Myths, p521.
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. lose dream or sever Sov’ran ultra regna terra. Now dog, did re-venom Eden infidel beg! Am I putrid, raw in Roman era, set in gibbet salt, a red nick cuts… wonder began
or I |
Iron Age bred, now stuck, cinder at last ebb ignites arena morn: I war dirt-up, image-bled, if nine demon ever did, god-won Arrêt. Anger art Lunar vos rêves Roma: Erde… Sol… tod |
elcaro te se lucreh*
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* ‘You flesh to atone’ (Google Translate, 2014).