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O primeiro dos livros das Quilíadas, obra também conhecida como Livro das Histórias, de Tzetzes, está agora disponível, em tradução inglesa, aqui. A tradução da obra continuará no futuro, sendo os restantes 12 livros disponibilizados logo que tal seja possível.

 

Mas de que fala esta obra? Aparentemente, e como mostram os seus primeiros versos, alguém pediu a Tzetzes que contasse as muitas histórias da Antiguidade; é essa tarefa que o autor empreende ao longo deste seu texto, recontando episódios mitológicos, como os de Narciso e da Raposa de Teuméssia, quase lado a lado com sequências sobre Midas, Creso, Alexandre Magno e Aníbal. A obra é de grande importância por, em muitos casos, ser a única que nos preserva versões menos conhecidas de vários mitos e histórias, que não nos chegaram excepto através das linhas deste autor; visto que também, com alguma frequência, menciona as fontes que consultou, parece-me inegável que esta seja uma importante obra sobre os mitos gregos e latinos que, até agora, não existia traduzida.

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Heracles the mighty was questioning Augeas, seeking to learn the number of his herds, and Augeas replied “About the streams of Alpheius, my friend, are the half of them; the eighth part pasture around the hill of Cronos, the twelfth part far away by the precinct of Taraxippus; the twentieth part feed in holy Elis, and I left the thirtieth part in Arcadia; but here you see the remaining fifty herds.”

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"How can a man know what a woman's life is?  A woman's life is quite different
from a man's.  God has ordered it so.  A man is the same from the time of his
circumcision to the time of his withering.  He is the same before he has sought
out a woman for the first time, and afterwards.  But the day when a woman enjoys
her first love cuts her in two.  She becomes another woman on that day.  The man
is the same after his first love as he was before.  The woman is from the day of
her first love another.  That continues so all through life.  The man spends a
night by a woman and goes away.  His life and body are always the same.  The
woman conceives.  As a mother she is another person than the woman without
child.  She carries the print of the night nine months long in her body.
Something grows.  Something grows into her life that never again departs from
it.  She is a mother.  She is and remains a mother even though her child die,
though all her children die.  For at one time she carried the child under her
heart.  And it does not go out of her heart ever again.  Not even when it is
dead.  And this the man does not know; he knows nothing.  He does not know the
difference before love and after love, before motherhood and after motherhood.
He can know nothing.  Only a woman can know that and speak of that.  That is
why we won't be told what to do by our husbands.  A woman can only do one thing.
She can respect herself.  She can keep herself decent.  She must always be as
her nature is.  She must always be maiden and always be mother.  Before every
love she is a maiden, after every love she is a mother.  In this you can see
whether she is a good woman or not."

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