Although none believed the mad woman, Cassandra foretold the future. Regretting, no doubt, her ill choice, she cried out, “Once and again, O thou, Destroyer named,” She wept, “Thou has destroyed me, thou, my love of old!” Insisting her brother’s folly would cause Troy to fall, Cassandra clung to Athena, but wisdom proved no refuge....

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