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Mythos - The Greek Myths Retold

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Stephen Fry
Stephen Fry

Stephen Fry is a British comedian, writer, actor, and broadcaster, known for his unique sense of humor and intelligence. He is one of the iconic figures in the British comedy scene. Born on August 24, 1957, Fry has been active in television and radio since the 1980s, gaining widespread popularity for his roles in comedy shows like 'Blackadder' and 'Jeeves and Wooster'. He has also appeared in numerous television series, films, and stage plays. more

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“Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium-- Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- ''[kisses her]'' Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!-- Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appear'd to hapless Semele; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms; And none but thou shalt be my paramour!”

“His eyes opened. "Name one hero who was happy." I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason's children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophron killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus' back. "You can't." He was sitting up now, leaning forward. "I can't." "I know. They never let you be famous and happy." He lifted an eyebrow. "I'll tell you a secret." "Tell me." I loved it when he was like this. "I'm going to be the first." He took my palm and held it to his. "Swear it." "Why me?" "Because you're the reason. Swear it." "I swear it," I said, lost in the high color of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. "I swear it," I echoed.”

“Nothing persists without changing its outward appearance, for Nature is always engaged in acts of renewal, creating new forms everywhere out of the old ones; nothing in all of the cosmos can perish, believe me, but takes on a different shape; and what we call birth is when something first changes out of its former condition, and what we call death is when its identity ceases; things may perhaps be translated hither and thither; nevertheless, they stay constant in their sum total.”