Servant

    Hippolytus- whereas Artemis delieghts in the hunter’s eye within the whirlwind of introspection of her wilderness of soul, Aphrodite is tender to the touch.  She wounds easily.  And your penetrative wit may match her sensibilities in a kind of atonal assymetry which may case a aclashing of her inward wills- her soul lost to your wit in a cacophony of ne’r do well introspection, unwilllingly coerced within her will.


                                                            Hippolytus


      I do not well understand you.


                                                            Servant


     My meaning is that- Aphrodite may not take kindly to your penetrating insights into her character, unlike Artemis, the goddess of nighttime souls of inward seekings.  Aphrodite is not an introspective sort.


                                                            Hippolytus


     Then she should be.  I spared but a few words upon her.  She is too light and willlowy for my liking.


                                                            Servant


     I would simply not take such a flippant view of Aphrodite.  She is easily wounded, an may retaliate with a reflex’s dawn of awakening sun.


                                                            Hippolytus


     If she is a being of mere reflex, a being who wakens to the light of action by cantankerous inward will, she is not on my sighting.  I think not of her.


                                                            Servant


     Oh, there is a law which speaks of relations between gods and men which says, Abhor pride in the face of divinity.  Ignore Aphrodite’s will at your peril.


                                                            Hippolytus


     My peril be then in the canker philosophical whimsy makes in a divinity’s soul.  Let’s off to meal.