ow do you know my name?'
'I am Pallas Athene; and I know the thoughts of all men's heartsand
discern their manhood or their baseness. And from the souls of clay I
turn awayand they are blestbut not by me. They fatten at easelike
sheep in the pastureand eat what they did not sowlike oxen in the stall.
They grow and spreadlike the gourd along the ground; butlike the
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gourdthey give no shade to the travellerand when they are ripe death
gathers themand they go down unloved into helland their name
vanishes out of the land.
'But to the souls of fire I give more fireand to those who are manful
I give a might more than man's. These are the heroesthe sons of the
Immortalswho are blestbut not like the souls of clay. For I drive
them forth by strange pathsPerseusthat they may fight the Titans and
the monstersthe enemies of Gods and men. Through doubt and need
danger and battleI drive them; and some of them are slain in the flower
of youthno man knows when or where; and some of them win noble
namesand a fair and green old age; but what will be their latter end I
know notand nonesave Zeusthe father of Gods and men. Tell me
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