the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
Let no one think of me as humble or weak or passive; let them understand I am of a different kind: dangerous to my enemies, loyal to my friends. To such a life glory belongs.

— Euripides, from Medea and Other Plays; “Medea” tr. by Philip Vellacott

@темы: with serpents for arms the lovers are the hydra of the tale