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Updated: June 21, 2025
Jovial guests celebrated a late wedding feast. Clearly the two heard the marriage hymn of Sappho. “The bridegroom comes tall as Ares, Ho, Hymenæus! Taller than a mighty man, Ho, Hymenæus!” Glaucon stopped like one struck with an arrow. “They sang that song the night I wedded Hermione. Oh, if I could drink the Lethe water and forget!”
The cure for nationality is forgetfulness, but Balkan nationalism is rooted altogether in the past. The Balkan peoples have suffered one shattering experience in common the Turk, and the waters of Ottoman oppression that have gone over their souls have not been waters of Lethe.
The first day he took me away from East Lethe I knew the debt I was piling up against him, and I never had any doubt as to how I'd pay it, or how he'd want it paid. He didn't pick me out and train me for any object but to carry on the light. Do you suppose he'd have wanted me to snuff it out because it happened to light up a fact he didn't fancy?
To the discredit of human nature, there is in general a laborious endeavour to bury all such remembrances in the waters of Lethe: Southey's mind was formed on a different model. The tear which dims my eye, attests the affection which I still bear to poor dear Southey.
It was a very Lethe of a river, running oilily and with a slumberous sound, and its reputation for crocodiles was vile. Mills sat down and began to pull off his boots. "As well here as anywhere," he said. "I'll try it, anyhow." "I go back now," said the Frenchman. "Some day I come up an' see you, eh? You like that?"
A timid woman, all for peace, without the grit and courage that goes with self-direction, she pursued the easy policy of least resistance, sacrificed her youth on the altar of Comfort and dwindled with only a few secret pangs into middle age. From time to time, with Joan, she left the safe waters of Lethe and put an almost frightened foot into the swift main stream.
The stage has most deeply degenerated. At the commencement of the present century, its mimic scenes afforded a species of consolation for the sad realities of life, and formed the Lethe in whose waters oblivion was gladly sought.
According to Virgil's description, the joys on the banks of his river Lethe must have been most sad and dreary, the general idleness and monotony apparently being broken only by wrestling matches between the children, while the rest strolled about with laurel wreaths or rested in the shade.
"Oh, warn't it gran'? An' yo' climbed de tree, arter all!" "Sh! Clear out, you rascal!" Neb did not go at once, but, with the boldness of an old and privileged retainer, stood there, chuckling. "Climbed de tree!" he gurgled. "An' so did Miss 'Lethe!" With this he slapped his knee, and, laughing boisterously, left the room as the embarrassed lady of the house stepped out of her concealment.
A temple of Lethe. There, when my days of moneylust are over, I go to chew my memories and dream my dreams and listen to my arteries hardening. The Hofbräuhaus! One hears it from afar; a loud buzzing, the rattle of mass lids, the sputter of the released dunkle, the sharp cries of pretzel and radish sellers, the scratching of matches, the shuffling of feet, the eternal gurgling of the plain people.
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