Watchful are the Gods of all Hands with slaughter stained. The black Furies wait, and when a man Has grown by luck, not justice, great, With sudden overturn of chance They wear him to a shade, and, cast Down to perdition, who shall save him?
Aeschylus (2004). “The Oresteia: Agamemnon, Choephoroe, Eumenides”, Everyman's Library
