““See in the mind’s eye wind blowing chaff on ancient threshing floors when men with fans toss up the trodden sheaves, and yellow-haired Demeter, puff by puff, divides the chaff and grain: how all day long in bleaching sun strawpiles grow white: so white grew those Akhaian figures in the dustcloud churned to the brazen sky by horses’ hooves as chariots intermingled, as the drivers turned and turned—carrying their hands high and forward gallantly despite fatigue.””
