Thursday, October 11, 2007

Course Reading Wednesday Thursday!

But your mother heard the lowing of our horned herds, and springing to her feet, gave a great cry to waken them from sleep. And they, too, rubbing the bloom of soft sleep from their eyes, rose up lightly and straight -- a lovely sight to see: all as one, the old women and the young and the unmarried girls. First they let their hair fall loose, down over their shoulders, and those whose straps had slipped fastened their skins of fawn with writhing snakes that licked thier cheeks.

1 comment:

momeester said...

if I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, those Bacchiae know how to dress for a party. Snakes are much classier than safety pin