nil dulce domi? nulla omina curae? quid me Persei secreta ad culmina montis ire gradu trepido superumque irrumpere coetus egistis? potui pariter nescire quis armis casus, ubi atra dies, quae fati exordia cunctis, quae mihi.
Is nothing sweet at home? Care you for no omens? Why did you force me to go with trembling step to the secret top of Perseus mountain and break in upon the gatherings of the High Ones? I might have stayed ignorant along with you; what the outcome of the fight, where the black day, what fate begins for all, and what for me.
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