in which sarah thinks she speaks spanish
Sep. 30th, 2008 12:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Entonces, ¿quién va a participar en NaNoWriMo este año? :DDD
And another quote from The Iliad, because, as you may or may not have noticed, I am OBSESSED. (This is the end of Book 20 in the Fagles translation. I love the similes here and I love that it's a cliffhanger!)
Achilles now
like inhuman fire raging on through the mountain gorges
splinter-dry, setting ablaze big stands of timber,
the wind swirling the huge fireball left and right --
chaos of fire -- Achilles storming on with brandished spear
like a frenzied god of battle trampling all he killed
and the earth ran black with blood. Thundering on,
on like oxen broad in the brow some field hand yokes
to crush white barley heaped on a well-laid threshing floor
and the grain is husked out fast by the bellowing oxen's hoofs --
so as the great Achilles rampaged on, his sharp-hoofed stallions
trampled shields and corpses, axle under his chariot splashed
with blood, blood on the handrails sweeping round the car,
sprays of blood shooting up from the stallions' hoofs
and churning, whirling rims -- and the son of Peleus
charioteering on to seize his glory, bloody filth
splattering both strong arms, Achilles' invincible arms --
And another quote from The Iliad, because, as you may or may not have noticed, I am OBSESSED. (This is the end of Book 20 in the Fagles translation. I love the similes here and I love that it's a cliffhanger!)
Achilles now
like inhuman fire raging on through the mountain gorges
splinter-dry, setting ablaze big stands of timber,
the wind swirling the huge fireball left and right --
chaos of fire -- Achilles storming on with brandished spear
like a frenzied god of battle trampling all he killed
and the earth ran black with blood. Thundering on,
on like oxen broad in the brow some field hand yokes
to crush white barley heaped on a well-laid threshing floor
and the grain is husked out fast by the bellowing oxen's hoofs --
so as the great Achilles rampaged on, his sharp-hoofed stallions
trampled shields and corpses, axle under his chariot splashed
with blood, blood on the handrails sweeping round the car,
sprays of blood shooting up from the stallions' hoofs
and churning, whirling rims -- and the son of Peleus
charioteering on to seize his glory, bloody filth
splattering both strong arms, Achilles' invincible arms --