- VI - Tages and the Cuman Sybil
Crisp air this morning.
On the bank of a lake and under the shadow of a plate tree I have a book at my hands. And I hear voices that seem coming from a distant time. They are faded. it’s not easy explaining, but I know they are less distant then others that come from my own entrails with a strength and a purity that sometimes worry me.
These voices are as a melodious whisper:
“... the Etruscans think clouds clash each other to make lightnings. They ascribed all to the gods and so are pushed to think that things have no meanings for their happenings but they occur to give meanings ...” This from Seneca.
Under this phrase there is a poetic stylization of the Etruscan soul but the meaning of the events is something else; and it’s written.
“ ... An old
