ABSTRACT
On the other hand, the dramatic style and the poetry are fmer than ever. No scene in Greek Tragedy is grander or more imaginative than the end of Oedipus. On that overwhelming apostrophe to Polyneices (1354) a scholiast cries out in just admiration. Hardly less impressive is the sudden prayer to the Eumenides in the prologue: 'Is the stranger gone?' 'Gone,' Antigone replies; 'you may say what you will at your ease. Only I am here.' We expect conversation; what we get is the sublime appeal.
