Whither Went The Nine Old Muses, Daughters Of Jupiter And The Goddess
Of Memory, After Their Seats On Helicon, Parnassus, And Olympus Were
Barbarized? Not Far Away. They Hovered Like Witches Around The Seething
Caldron Of Early Christian Europe, In Which, "With Bubble, Bubble, Toil
And Trouble," A New Civilization Was Forming, Mindful Of The Brilliant
Lineage Of Their Worshippers, From Homer To Boethius, Looking Upon The
Vexed And Beclouded Nature, And Expecting The Time When Humanity Should
Gird Itself Anew With The Beauty Of Ideas And Institutions.
Of Memory, After Their Seats On Helicon, Parnassus, And Olympus Were
Barbarized? Not Far Away. They Hovered Like Witches Around The Seething
Caldron Of Early Christian Europe, In Which, "With Bubble, Bubble, Toil
And Trouble," A New Civilization Was Forming, Mindful Of The Brilliant
Lineage Of Their Worshippers, From Homer To Boethius, Looking Upon The
Vexed And Beclouded Nature, And Expecting The Time When Humanity Should
Gird Itself Anew With The Beauty Of Ideas And Institutions.
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