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Homér ()

… . ό δ´ ήϊε νυκτι εοικώσ.
…; and his coming was like the night.
I, 47
(6268, The Iliad, Loeb, Cambridge (Mass.) + London 1978, p. 6 + 7.)
Těmito prosil slovy – i slyšel ho Apollón Foibos:
S olympských povstal výšin a kráčel, rozhněván v srdci,
lučiště na pleci maje a toulec zamčený kolkol.
Rázem řinkot šípů se rozzvučel, jak se dal v pochod,
s plecí rozhněvaného. – I kráčel podoben noci.
Konečně opodál lodí si usednuv, vystřelil šipku;
hrozný zazněl zvuk, jak lukem stříbrným střelil.
I, 44-49
(0629, Ílias, př. O.Vaňorný, J.Laichter, Praha 31942, str. 4.)

Oscar Wilde (1854-1900)

JACK
Oh, Gwendolen is as right as a trivet. As far as she is concerned, we are engaged. Her mother is perfectly unbearable. Never met such a Gorgon . . . I don't really know what a Gorgon is like, but I am quite sure that Lady Bracknell is one. In any case, she is a monster, without being a myth, which is rather unfair . . . I beg your pardon, Algy, I suppose I shouldn't talk about your own aunt in that way before you.
ALGERNON
My dear boy, I love hearing my relations abused. It is the only thing that makes me put up with them at all. Relations are simply a tedious pack of people, who haven't got the remotest knowledge of how to live, nor the smallest instinct about when to die.
(The Importance of Beeing Earnest, Act 1 – www : )