Elpenor, the Emmaus Pilgrim and the Missing One
The Painting and the Historical Problem of Life Configuration
Ghost: I am thy fatherâs spirit, Doomâd for a certain term to walk the night, And for the day confined to fast in fires, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Are burnt and purged away. But that I am forbid To tell the secrets of my prison-house, I could a tale unfold whose lightest word Would harrow up thy soul, freeze thy young blood, Make thy two eyes, like stars, start from their spheres, Thy knotted and combined locks to part And each particular hair to stand on end, Like quills upon the fretful porpentine435: But this eternal blazon must not be To ears of flesh and blood. ...
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