Unit 5: Part 2 Vocabulary

At that time, the legend says, there was no sorrow, toil, sickness, or age.

First, Epimetheus undertook to order all things, but he was a heedless person and soon got into trouble.

To each I gave some special excellence, that whether large or small, kind or terrible, each might live in his own place, find food, escape enemies, and enjoy the wide world which is his to inhabit.

He therefore took counsel with the other gods, and together they made for man a woman.

There they found land and disembarked to wait while the gods recalled the water they had unloosed.

Only from that time men have been less sensitive and have found it easier to endure toil, and sorrow, and pain, since now they are descended from stones.

God has his mysteries which none can fathom.

“Come, my son, walk, jump, leap about. The jinn didn’t promise you anything out of the ordinary, but I prefer a son who walks on his two legs to a lion that crawls on the ground.” She spoke thus whenever Sogolon went by her door. The innuendo would go straight home and then she would burst into laughter, that diabolical laughter which a jealous woman knows how to use so well.

How impatient man is! Naré Maghan became imperceptibly estranged but Gnankouman Doua never ceased reminding him of the hunter’s words.

Then she laughed derisively with that fierce laughter which cuts through your flesh and penetrates right to the bone.

“Oh son of misfortune, will you never walk? Through your fault I have just suffered the greatest affront of my life! What have I done, God, for you to punish me in this way?”

The waters of the Niger can efface the stain from the body, but they cannot wipe out an insult.

Now it happened that Syracuse was, at that time, ruled by a famous tyrant named Dionysius who had gained the throne for himself through treachery, and who from then on flaunted his power by behaving cruelly to his own subjects and to all strangers and enemies who were so unfortunate as to fall into his clutches.

Pythias immediately thought of his friend Damon, and he unhesitatingly sent for him in this hour of dire necessity, never thinking for a moment that his trusty companion would refuse his request.

And, as the Fates would have it, by a strange turn of events, Pythias was detained far longer in his task than he had imagined. Though he never for a single minute intended to evade the sentence of death to which he had been so unjustly committed, Pythias met with several accidents and unavoidable delays.

Now his time was running out and he had yet to overcome the many impediments that had been placed in his path.

Even when, a short time later, he was actually led out to the site of his execution, his serenity remained the same.

There was much sobbing and cries of sympathy were heard all around as the captive was brought out, though he himself somehow retained complete composure even at this moment of darkest danger.

But there were none he liked so well as those written by the famous Feliciano de Silva, for their lucidity of style and complicated conceits were as pearls in his sight, particularly when in his reading he came upon outpourings of adulation and courtly challenges.

He approved highly of the giant Morgante, because, although of the giant breed which is always arrogant and ill-mannered, he alone was affable and well-bred.

This deficiency, however, his ingenuity made good, for he contrived a kind of half-helmet of pasteboard which, fitted on to the morion, looked like a whole one.

To his thinking this was a lofty, sonorous name that nevertheless indicated what the hack’s status had been before it became what now it was, the first and foremost of all the hacks in the world.

At last he made up his mind to call himself Don Quixote—which, as stated above, led the authors of this veracious history to infer that his name quite assuredly must have been Quixada, and not Quesada as others would have it.

‘I am the giant Caraculiambro, lord of the island of Malindrania, vanquished in single combat by the never sufficiently extolled knight Don Quixote of La Mancha, who has commanded me to present myself before your grace, that your highness may dispose of me at your pleasure’?

People sang her praises as she walked the streets, and strewed chaplets and flowers before her. This adulation infuriated Venus.

O Psyche, truly worthy of our pity, though I cannot shield you from the frowns of Venus, yet I can teach you how to best allay her displeasure.

In addition the sisters did everything they could to plague her. They jeered at her and poured peas and lentils into the ashes, so that she had to sit there picking them out.

They jeered at her and poured peas and lentils into the ashes, so that she had to sit there picking them out.