Vida Yao 姚维达

Department of Philosophy, Rice University

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      Morality: An Introduction
      Her knees failed, and her heart failed as she listened to the words, and all her power of speech went out of her. Tears came; but the rich voice would not come. Homer, Book IV, 730.
      Why has my child left me?
      Death is evil. So the gods decided. Otherwise they would die. Aristotle, Rhetoric, 1398B
      Now face to face the magical Kalypso recognized him, as all immortal gods know one another on sight - though seeming strangers, far from home. Homer
      My dear, I see the likeness as well as you do. Odysseus' hands and feet were like this boy's; his head, and hair, and the glinting of his eyes. Not only that, but when I spoke, just now, of Odysseus' years of toil on my behalf and all he had to endure -- the boy broke down and wept into his cloak. Homer
      And while he pondered, Helen came out of her centered chamber, a moving grace like Artemis, straight as a shaft of of gold. Homer
      Crazy woman why are you bragging to me about a ring? Sappho [5a incert.]
      Happiness
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      Shall I?
      Why? 为什么? (Chinese, simplified) --Sappho Why? 为什么? (Chinese, simplified) --Homer
      Here were no coves or harborage or shelter, only steep headlands, rockfallen reefs and crags. Odysseus' knees grew slack, his heart faint, a heaviness came over him, and he said: "A cruel turn, this."
      Fury
      Innocence
      All hands aboard; come, clear the beach and no one taste the Lotos, or you lose your hope of home. Homer, Book IX, 108.
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      Pleasure
      I Shall
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      Sacrifice
      Athena showered sleep that his distress should end, and soon, soon. In quiet sleep she sealed his cherished eyes.
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      When I was young I wove garlands Sappho [125].
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