Sophocles, Philoctetes

This is how you start a story:

"This is it; this Lemnos and its beach
down to the sea that quite surrounds it; desolate,
no one sets foot on it; there are no houses.
This is where I marooned him long ago,
the son of Poias, the Melian, his foot
diseased and eaten away with running ulcers."

-Sophocles, Philoctetes, translated by David Grene


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