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Wednesday, April 16, 2025
A Dark Age
G.S. Kirk (1921-2003), The Songs of Homer (Cambridge: At the University Press, 1962), p. 44:
Yet even in a Dark Age life
continues, which is something that historians tend to overlook.
Fields are still ploughed and sown, men go hunting, see their
friends and relations, even tell stories.