boat‘Listen to the sad story of humankind, who like children lived until I gave them understanding and a portion of reason…For seeing they saw not, and hearing they understood not, but like as shapes in a dream they wrought all the days of their life in confusion…No houses, no fabrics of wood. Ever they laboured at random, till I taught them to discern the seasons by the rising and …setting of the stars. Numbers I invented for them, the chiefest of all discoveries; I taught them the grouping of letters, to be a memorial and record of the past, the mistress of the arts and Mother of the Muses…’ Prometheus Bound, lines 437-504


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