- Listen as he growls, Ilias ... For a long time, the oracle had told our ancestors, there, in Greece. From the depths of his lair in the temple adytum, chewing laurel green freshly picked, she already knew the strength that glowing beaded on his lips land on our heads. And remember also the cracking of the earth ..
basalt bombs fly in, fly already darkening the air, projected by the fungus smoke burst hot. Telluric force from time immemorial, the red lava and yellow pearl through the veins of Vesuvius and its waves already covers the feet of the forum and the temple of Apollo.
- Listen as he growls, Ilias ... The gods have abandoned us. Get down the car to reach the sea kindly.
- Lucia, sister, here are our ancestors who watch over us and Herculanum.Faisons trust the Gods. Dolia rather draw in this sweet wine of Naples that you love so much.
Sophie, from a height of eight years, rises to observe the casting of the two bodies trapped in their volcanic matrix, which still give the hand in the dimly lit shop window. In the religious silence of the room of the British Museum, it seems that one of the body bears his other hand to her mouth. For a kiss? She looks pensive
asleep on the keeper his chair. Later, she said, I am "arcéolog.
