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To leave your home—to lose you, Maia, and the Fox—to lose one’s maidenhead—to bear a child—they are all deaths.
No herd of other beasts, gathered together, has so ugly a voice as Man.
‘Don’t you think the things people are most ashamed of are the things they can’t help?’
The one sin the gods never forgive us is that of being born women.
They say the loving and the devouring are all one, don’t they?’
There must, whether the gods see it or not, be something great in the mortal soul. For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit.
