Caroline Dale Snedeker, The Perilous Seat (1923)
“ Then with what seriousness and pride did the two lead Nikander about the new streets, to the market place, to their pure Castalian spring, to their Akropolis. Here was the temple, Eëtíon’s own. It stood unfinished, without cella or roof, with distant Ætna and the violet horizon of sea glimpsing between the white new columns. It seemed a spirit thing, not yet quite of this earth. Indeed it was never to be other than a heavenly, unbelievable beauty.In Eëtíon’s workshop stood his clay Apollo watching as with wistful, marvelling eyes while the craftsmen brought him to life in bronze. ”
