
WILSON CREEK⸺
"I saw also the dreadful fate of Tantalus, who stood in a lake that reached his chin;
he was dying to quench his thirst, but could never reach the water, for whenever th
e poor creature stooped to drink, it dried up and vanished, so that there was nothin
g but dry ground- parched by the spite of heaven. There were tall trees, moreover,
that shed their fruit over his head- pears, pomegranates, apples, sweet figs and juic
y olives, but whenever the poor creature stretched out his hand to take some, the w
ind tossed the branches back again to the clouds."
WESLEY REINHART⸺
"The ghosts were screaming round him like scared birds flying all whithers. He looked
black as night with his bare bow in his hands and his arrow on the string, glaring arou
nd as though ever on the point of taking aim. About his breast there was a wondrous g
olden belt adorned in the most marvellous fashion with bears, wild boars, and lions wi
th gleaming eyes; there was also war, battle, and death. The man who made that belt,
do what he might, would never be able to make another like it. Hercules knew me at o
nce when he saw me, and spoke piteously, saying, my poor Ulysses, noble son of Laerte
s, are you too leading the same sorry kind of life that I did when I was above ground?"
WINIFRED SINCLAIR⸺
"As we two sat weeping and talking thus sadly with one another the ghost of Achilles ca
me up to us with Patroclus, Antilochus, and Ajax who was the finest and goodliest man
of all the Danaans after the son of Peleus. The fleet descendant of Aeacus knew me and
spoke piteously, saying, 'Ulysses, noble son of Laertes, what deed of daring will you und
ertake next, that you venture down to the house of Hades among us silly dead, who are
but the ghosts of them that can labour no more?' "