Posted by kid a on September 13, 2002, at 12:46:36
My friends, I am resolved upon the deed; at once will I slay my children and then leave this land, without delaying long enough to hand them over to some more savage hand to butcher. Needs must they die in any case; and since they must, I will slay them-I, the mother that bare them. O heart of mine, steel thyself! Why do I hesitate to do the awful deed that must be done? Come, take the sword, thou wretched hand of mine! Take it, and advance to the post whence starts thy life of sorrow! Away with cowardice! Give not one thought to thy babes, how dear they are or how thou art their mother. This one brief day forget thy children dear, and after that lament; for though thou wilt slay them yet they were thy darlings still, and I am a lady of sorrows.~~~
...yes, we know this is literature because of the holy thous and wilts and thys... that's a dead giveaway isnt it? but the subject matter... what about that...?
how does it make you feel, what does it make you think of... whats more important, the words or the source?
poster:kid a
thread:30231
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