PART FOUR
THE GOLD PAGES
Goddess, as soon as I saw you with my own eyes
I knew your divinity—but you gave me no truth.
Yet by aegis-wielding Zeus I beg thee—
do not make me live on, impotent, among men.
Have mercy on me, for well I know
the man who lies with immortal goddesses
is never left unharmed.
—Homer, “Hymn to Aphrodite”
A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you, the less you know.
—Diane Arbus
There lived an old woman
Under a hill
And if she’s not gone
She lives there still
—Mother Goose