16/82 Her husband would never again be the same man to her; the body of their son was always interposing between the two. What have you done, Ulysses? When I am alone I weep: my sadness is great, but I admit my sorrow with resignation, as a thing inevitable.... As soon as I hear your footsteps, the truth springs forth. I realize that my son has died because of you, that he would still be living had he not gone in search of you, trying to make you realize that you were a father and what you owe to us.... |