“So many years I had spent as a child sifting his bright features for his thoughts, trying to glimpse among them one that bore my name. But he was a harp with only one string, and the note it played was himself.
鈥淵ou have always been the worst of my children,鈥� he said. 鈥淏e sure to not dishonor me.鈥�
鈥淚 have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.”
―
Madeline Miller,
Circe