Sublime

Kleopatra had been cruelly tortured and put to death by his mother Olympias.

The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices make instruments to plague us; the dark and vicious place where thee he got cost him his eyes,” and Edmund answers--you remember, he's wounded, he's dying--”Thou hast spoken right; 'tis true. The wheel is come full circle; I am here.”

Thus I return to Chestov. A commentator relates a remark of his that deserves interest: “The only true solution,” he said, “is precisely where human judgment sees no solution. Otherwise, what need would we have of God? We turn toward God only to obtain the impossible. As for the possible, men suffice.” If there is a Chestovian philosophy, I can say

Hope was a dimension of the mortal,

If he be not indeed a God, incens'd Against the Trojans for neglected rites; For fearful is the vengeance of a God."