I know where to go from that one.
[LAUGHS]
Fortunately, Sophocles wrote it for me and all I had to do
was translate it.
It's great when someone else does the work, right?
It's really great when the person who does the work
is someone like that.
This is a little ode to Eros in the middle of Antigone.
It's a poem in itself.
Begins with Eros, the male god of love.
Ends with Aphrodite, the female goddess of love.
"Eros, unconquered in combat"--
that's a very Greek thought.
If you can't fight it and kill it,
then it's not worth your attention.
"Eros unconquered in combat.
Eros that leaps down upon the herds.
You that pass the night watch on a girl's soft cheeks.
You that cross the open sea and roam from hut
to hut in the far, high fields.
Neither the immortals nor man who lives only a day
can escape from you.
And he who has you inside himself goes mad.
You that pull the reins of just minds toward injustice,
disfiguring men's lives.
You that stir up this strife between two men
of the same blood, while victory goes to the force of love
in the gaze, the desiring eyes of the bride.
This power on its throne rules equally with the great laws
for the goddess Aphrodite at her play cannot be conquered."