We are the Furies still, yes,
but now our rage that patrolled the crimes of men,
that stalked their rage dissolves--
we loose a lethal tide to sweep the world!
Man to man forsees his neighbor's torments,
groping to cure his own--
poor wretch, there is no cure, no use,
the drugs that ease him speed the next attack.
Now when the sudden blows come down,
let no one sound the call that once brought help,
"Justice, hear me--Furies throwned in power!"
Oh I can hear the father now
or the mother sob with pain
at the pain's onset...hopeless now,
as the house of Justise falls.
--Aeschylus
The Eumenides
Translated by Robert Fagles

Sybylla had given all of her change to the homeless guy at the foot of the courthouse steps, a classic urban specimen with a grin of syncopated black teeth and a sign that read if you lived here, you'd be home now.

"I only hope they carry it at Brooks Bothers."