Circe

by Madeline Miller

Daedalus did not long outlive his son. His limbs turned grey and nerveless, and all his strength was transmuted into smoke. I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me.

Beautiful

‘I will pass over the fact that you think me a mare to be bred. The true mystery is why my son’s death is worth so much to you. What will he do that the mighty Athena would pay so dearly to avoid?’ All her softness was gone in an instant. Her hand withdrew, like a door slamming shut. ‘You set yourself against me then. You with your weeds and your little divinity.’ Her power bore down on me, but I had Telegonus, and I would not give him up, not for anything. ‘I do,’ I said. Her lips curled back, showing the white teeth within. ‘You cannot watch him all the time. I will take him in the end.’ She was gone. But I said it anyway, to that great empty room and my son’s dreaming ears: ‘You do not know what I can do.’

Firstly good on Circe for standing up to Athena. But secondly, if she loves reason so much why not reason with Circe. Fucking Ben Shapiro of Olympus.