“I love Athens. I think I’ll always love the city that wrote that play. I prefer Euripides now, but I’ve told you of Oedipus because it was the first one that got me. I don’t hate you. How could I? Even though I know you came to make us slaves. I can’t hate you. I believe any city that gave us those plays has something worth saving. That’s why I’m here.” Gelon looks around him. “I think.”
