Wednesday, 8 July 2020

AESOP'S FABLES - Prometheus and the making of Man; Grief and his Due

Since this outlandish quarantine began I've decided to resume some of my favourite hobbies. One of these is READING, obvs.

I'm such an avid reader that I even have an account on GOODREADS. I set it up a couple of years ago and it's been so helpful for me because it helps me organise my books digitally in three shelves: read, currently reading and want to read and keeps me motivated with the addictive READING CHALLENGE.

One of the many books I've read this year is AESOP'S FABLES. Gosh, it's been a heart-warming pleasure delving in those pages. Absolutely gorgeous read. I seriously recommend it if you haven't read it.

I have difficulty choosing my one-and-only favourite fable so I've opted to rewrite two instead. In a future post - or an updated version of this one - I might include even more.

Grief and His Due

When Jupiter was assigning the various gods their privileges, it so happened that Grief was not 

present with the rest: but when all had received their share, he too entered and claimed his due. 

Jupiter was at a loss to know what to do, for there was nothing left for him. However, at last he 

decided that to him should belong the tears that are shed for the dead. Thus it is the same with Grief 

as it is with the other gods. The more devoutly men render to him his due, the more lavish is he of 

that which he has to bestow. It is not well, therefore, to mourn long for the departed; else Grief, 

whose sole pleasure is in such mourning, will be quick to send fresh cause for tears.

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Prometheus and the Making of Man


At the bidding of Jupiter, Prometheus set about the creation of Man and the other animals. Jupiter, 

seeing that Mankind, the only rational creatures, were far outnumbered by the irrational beasts,bade 

him redress the balance by turning some of the latter into men. Prometheus did as he was bidden, 

and this is the reason why some people have the forms of men but the souls of beasts.

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