"Up there on that roof there sits a chorus—
it never leaves.
They sing in harmony,
but the song is harsh, predicting doom.
Drinking human blood has made them bold—
the madness that began all this, each in turn
they dance in celebration through the house.
Sitting in the home, they chant their song,
The family’s Furies cannot be dislodged
cursing that man who defiled his brother’s bed".
Cassandra.
Agamennone - Eschilo. Lines 1034-1330









