Inglorious;

“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”

Ideal relationship of a dark academic

Bakkhic states of mind are laced with prophecy: when the god enters your body you're suddenly speaking the future. He plays a vital part in warfare too—that shock of fear that runs right through an army before battle, that shock is Dionysos. Or that flash across the peaks of Delphi tossing like a great wild spark from crag to crag with a pine torch in each hand, that's him. But you, Pentheus, put too much emphasis on forcing your way: do you really think violence is the only way to influence people? Think again. Accept this God. Pour his wine, dance his dances, say yes!