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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How one twenty first century married mortal male (me - Matthew Scott Harris)... found himself bewitched about Circe, particularly after reading book title by the same name. An enchantress and a minor goddess in ancient Greek mythology and religion depicted as living on the island of Aeaea (pronounced "ee-EE-uh"), the daughter of the sun god Helios and the Oceanid nymph Perse Circe renowned for her vast knowledge of potions and herbs unwittingly cast her magic across millenniums of space and time, whose fictitious existence spanned during the Bronze Age and the Greek Heroic Age, which roughly corresponds to the period of the Trojan War and Odysseus's journey home courtesy Madeline Miller an American novelist, author of The Song of Achilles and Circe, who spent ten years writing The Song of Achilles while she worked as a teacher of Latin and Greek. After reading the first hundred pages of aforementioned well written novel, (a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma - In an October 1939 radio speech, Winston Churchill used this phrase to describe a situation difficult to comprehend, when he analyzed the early events of the second war to end all wars), yours truly experienced increased familiarity towards Circe, which inadvertently brought admiration and eventual infatuation - ha to said subject matter at hand compliments aforesaid forty six year young autheress weaned on the classics as a little girl courtesy her mother, (who shares the same first name) a librarian, started reading her The Iliad at five years old and she started learning Latin at eleven, hence no surprise the daughter started writing her first novel, The Song of Achilles, during the final year of her bachelor's after co-directing a production of Troilus and Cressida. Most of my life of threescore and six years found me a piss poor bloke transfixed with reading about femme fatale fictional personas in general, and Circe in particular, whom yours truly found himself besotted with because of her intriguing charisma and found himself pretending to wine and dine said figment of Grecian imagination à la suit of lovers such as Telemachus, Hermes, and most significant life changing relationship Odysseus. Short of cash since becoming aware of the importance of money (particularly the lack thereof of said currency), I lucked out being a Guinea Pig to test run the latest iteration of time machine technology and willingly accepted the opportunity to volunteer myself aware that any number of quirks could find me stranded somewhere in time cue The 18th variation of Sergei Rachmaninoff's "Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini" never to return to the present moment (March Madness 2025) before circumstances leisurely cruising thru cyberspace texting one of the countless friends I met courtesy social media platforms until accursed ill-fate found me experiencing a series of unfortunate events. After an instantaneous indeterminable interval of fleeting seconds or minutes, a blinding flash indicated that space-age contrivance approached speed of light, which pure energy form accompanied with surrealistic kaleidoscope of brilliant and spectacular colors, which virtual phenomena analogous to a rave party typically featuring electronic dance music (EDM), with other genres like house, techno, trance, drum and bass, and dubstep being common choices quite visible even with protective gear donned over entire talking heads. Unfortunately due to some ghost in the machine, a mechanical breakdown within the Elon Musk made contrivance where time travel to classical Greece original objective in general and experiencing firsthand the invisible presence of Circe in particular found the airy mission thwarted (possibly a conspiracy linkedin with John Wilkes Booth) to pre antebellum America instead birthing the following snippet from a more lengthy vignette. Nothing unusual, but please pardon my lack of ability to communicate in a clear and concise fashion. The heat from summer like temperature- induced drowsiness, which effort to keep eyelids opened tantamount to a futile effort. So this fellow relented to visit Doctor Mehmet Ozzy Osbourne land during his Black Sabbath. Thus mere moments ago, while adrift in deep, profound and tranquil sleep (which seemed to encompass more than the usual one hour or so dog gone cat nap) an undetectable transformation quietly, softly, and subtly jettisoned me from the here and now to the flux of events awash mid eighteen hundreds America. Prior to waking from hypnotic, trancelike state (populated with exquisite redolent viz psychedelic furs dreams nearly true to realistic personages) held me spellbound. Akin to a frictionless, gliding locomotion mechanism (safely and securely transporting human cargo known as Matthew Scott beyond present) ferried me across corridors, labyrinths and passageways countless decades ago, I absorbed the ambient mind-set, beliefs, creeds, ethos, gentility, integrity, morality, nuanced opinions, political thought-processes, vices and virtues of progressive think men and women, for their time, who accident of fate writ (unbeknownst to them) their incomplete biographies cradle to grave scores of years ago.
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