“Oh shame upon earth! Apollo! Apollo! Lord of the ways, my ruin You have undone me once again, and utterly.” — Cassandra crying out as she sets foot on Greek soil, from Aeschylus’ Agamemnon
“Let me speak, let me spit out my bitterness Born of grief and nights without sleep and festering flesh Do you have eyes? Can you see like mankind sees?” — Joni Mitchell, Sire of Sorrow (Job’s Sad Song)