Earned my name name for all of them wettings If I let you live, then give blessings

From the muse, from god, from literature itself, the subconscious mind, the Ur-mind, some kind of Jungian other, from the reptilian brain. Who knows? I ride horses a lot, and there's a lot that you feel coming from the horse when you're riding it.

But the Achilles depicted there is the same that is revealed here, obsessed with one idea felt with a single-hearted intensity which we can marvel at, even if we cannot comprehend it.

The problem of the Gelbstoff in the sea