With no consideration, no pity, no shame,

had reached Italy in such a squalid state:poorly dressed and on foot,only three or four slaves. This waytheir dynasty will become a joke,the laughter of Rome.Selefkidis of course knowsthat basically even now they’ve become something likeservantsto the Romans; he also knowsthat the Romans give and take awaytheir thrones arbitrarily, as they please.But they should maintain…

They come out of the house separately, furtively;and as they move off down the street a bit unsettled,it seems they sense that something about them betrayswhat kind of bed they’ve just been lying on.But what profit for the life of the artist:tomorrow, the day after, or years later, he’ll give voiceto the strong lines that…

and Irini, daughter of Andronikos Asan.Because they had only a few precious stones(our afflicted empire was extremely poor)they wore artificial ones: numerous pieces of glass,red, green, or blue. I findnothing humiliating or undignifiedin those little pieces of coloured glass.Just the opposite: they seema sad protest againstthe unjust misfortune of the couple being crowned,symbols of what…

the very sagacious Lady Anna Dalassené —distinguished in her works, in her ways —there are many words of praise:here let us convey of thema beautiful, noble phrase‘Those cold words ‘mine’ or ‘yours’ were never spoken.’

He made inquiries, but they weren’t able to tell himanything.From what they said, he gathered the person he’d metwas someone completely unknown,one of the many unknown and shady young typeswho dropped in there.But he still goes to the taverna regularly, at night,and sits there gazing toward the doorway,gazing toward the doorway until he’s worn out.Maybe…

My life’s joy and incense: that I refusedall indulgence in routine love affairs.

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Her soul is all vertigo.‘And I bathe my eyes,’ she tells us,‘in rivers of tears…Alas for the waves’ of her life,‘alas for the revolutions.’ Sorrow burns her‘to the bones and the marrow and the splitting’ of her soul.But the truth seems to be this power-hungry womanknew only one sorrow that really mattered;even if she doesn’t…

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