Below the smouldering walls of Troy, the bloody victors divided up their spoils.
Pyrrhus
So, if I can’t love you with passion,
I must hate you with fury.
Andromaque
Andromaque
“Angry ghosts emerge from dark corners to unleash the pain, raw anger and denial that are bolted into Racine’s tidy rhymes like cluster bombs in the sheath of a shiny artillery shell”
The Guardian