Lucumo, on the other hand, was heir to the whole estate. The self-confidence implanted in his bosom by his wealth was heightened by his marriage with Tanaquil, who was a woman of the most exalted birth, and not of a character lightly to endure a humbler rank in her new environment than she had enjoyed in the condition to which she had been born. The Etruscans looked with disdain on Lucumo, the son of a banished man and a stranger. She could not endure this indignity, and forgetting the love she owed her native land, if she could only see her husband honoured, she formed the project of emigrating from Tarquinii. Rome appeared to be the most suitable place for her purpose; amongst a new people, where all rank was of sudden growth and founded on worth, there would be room for a brave and strenuous man; the City had been ruled by Tatius the Sabine, it had summoned Numa to the sovereignty from Cures, even Ancus was the son of a Sabine mother, and could point to no noble ancestor but Numa. She had no trouble in persuading a man who was eager for distinction, to whom Tarquinii was only his mother's birthplace.
They therefore gathered their possessions together and removed to Rome. They had come, as it happened, as far as Janiculum, when, as they were sitting in their covered waggon, an eagle poised on its wings gently descended upon them and plucked off Lucumo's cap, after which, rising noisily above the car and again stooping, as if sent from heaven for that service, it deftly replaced the cap upon his head, and departed on high. This augury was joyfully accepted, it is said, by Tanaquil, who was a woman skilled in celestial prodigies, as was the case with most Etruscans. Embracing her husband, she bade him expect transcendent greatness: such was the meaning of that bird, appearing from that quarter of the sky, and bringing tidings from that god; the highest part of the man had been concerned in the omen; the eagle had removed the adornment placed upon a mortal's head that it might restore it with the divine approbation. Such were their hopes and their reflections as they entered the City.
if i was walking down a street and a soothsayer told me beware the ides of march and then on the ides of march my wife was like "oh my god i had a horrible nightmare don't go outside" i simply would not go outside. rip to caesar but i'm different
been reading about the life of democritus and i'm really enjoying a little snippet from athenodorus where athenodorus demonstrates democritus's remarkable observational skills by noting that a maiden he met one day had CLEARLY gotten some good dick the next time he saw her
picture this: you are a sheep herder or something 2000 years ago. you think its a boring day like any other. you hear the loudest sound you have ever heard in your entire life. you see 40 elephants stomp through your little village in the alps. you try to explain what you have seen to your wife. you say they were big and grey and had horns on their face. she does not believe you. you never see anything that big again.
the fucked up and unhealthy nature of greek myths is a feature, not a bug. if you're going to engage with greek myths you need to be prepared to engage with fucked up narratives at face value. send post