AEOLUS

"KYRIE ELEISON!

A smile of light brightened his darkrimmed eyes, lengthened his long lips.
— The Greek! he said again. Kyrios! Shining word! The vowels the Semite and the Saxon know not. Kyrie! The radiance of the intellect. I ought to profess Greek, the language of the mind. Kyrie eleison! The closetmaker and the cloacamaker will never be lords of our spirit." (U7.559)