Transcription: I wonder if Cousin Heracles has thought much about death. He is generally too busy slaying some monster to reflect on such things. And yet, he has been to Hades, home of dead men. From behind him, Theseus heard tinted plucking on a lyre. Aegis had sent a rhapsode on the journey to Crete to help the spirits of those sentenced to the labyrinth. Theseus walked astern to the place where the rhapsode sat, preparing to recite. Kind singer, teller of the tales of gods and heroes, tell us something of death, said Theseus. Tell us its nature, tell us of the realms of the underworld. Death is a gloomy s ...
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