ANTIGONE: But think of Niobe – well I know her story – think what a living death she died, Tantalus’ daughter, stranger queen from the east: there on the mountain heights, growing stone binding as ivy, slowly walled her round and the rains will never cease, the legends say the snows will never leave her … wasting away, under her brows the tears showering down her breasting ridge and slopes – a rocky death like hers puts me to sleep.
