“Minerva’s owl spreads its wings at nightfall.”
[…] “We are undermined by our universities, our journalists, by the people who receive our art grants and who design our buildings.”
[…] “But we have been called to the front. Because we have to. Because our country needs us.”
The goddess Minerva cannot defend herself against this defilement. Minerva’s owl weeps and I cry with her.
Cry for them with hatred in their hearts
Cry for them without awareness
Cry for them
Avé, morituri too salutant

