Juno Capitolina

Just ‘jealous’ doesn’t do her justice, since unless you factor-in her womanhood, no vestige of the passion in her blood or motivation comes across: her prince conceived real circumspection. He’d convince alumni, friends and allies that they should placate her: Juno wasn’t wholly good, in Miller’s words, a phrase which wins the quince, the prize for sweetness, but wholly herself. Our modern model argues men are strong – look at his biceps! Somehow, all along, I’ve known the Ghibelline to be a Guelph: no question, Juno would approve my song: as ingrained as the view is, it’s still wrong.