“Charon: You who pull the oars, who meet the dead, who leave them at the other bank, and glide across the reedy marsh, please take my boy’s hand as he climbs into the dark hull. Look. The sandals trip him, and you see, he is afraid to step there barefoot.”— Zonas, 1st century B.C.E., translated by Brooks Haxton
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