[HERAKLES. Gone gladly home, to Athens. But come children, let us go in. Into your father's house. How beautiful are entrances, compared to exits! Be strong, don't cry. And you, dear wife, gather yourself, no more trembling, let go my clothes. I have no wings, I shall not fly away. Ah, but they do not let go, they hold tight to my clothes. Did you come so close to the razor's edge? Here, I will take your hands and lead you like a big ship towing little boats behind.]
– “HERAKLES”, euripides, trans. anne carson.












