Wonders there are many, but there is no wonder Wilder than man – Man who makes the winds of winter bear him, Through the trough of waves that tower about him, Across grey wastes of sea; Man who wearies the Untiring, the Immortal– Earth, eldest of the Gods, as year by year, His plough teams come and go. The care-free bands of birds, Beasts of the wild, tribes of the sea. In netted toils he takes. The Subtle One. Sophocles, Antigone (440 B.C.; translated by F. L. Lucas)
