it was a curse placed on him because he cut down a sacred tree.
It may very well have been both, according to different versions of the story.it was a grove of trees and killed a...dryad? Some sort of nymph.
it was a curse placed on him because he cut down a sacred tree.
It may very well have been both, according to different versions of the story.it was a grove of trees and killed a...dryad? Some sort of nymph.
I checked with the internet & it agrees with you.Disclaimer: my account of the story may not be reliable, I read it in school like 17 years ago
Did they give you a fork because you were whiter than white bread?![]()
If it was the waiter who asked you that, it's pretty rude.I just got back from lunch and the guy there said: "Chopsticks are not good enough for you?" when I asked for a fork. WTH.
If it was the waiter who asked you that, it's pretty rude.
The one and only time I ever tried to use chopsticks in a restaurant was approximately 30 years ago, when a group of us in the SCA decided to go out for Chinese food after some sort of business meeting (the details of which I don't remember, only that Ragnar the Bold paid for the meal with his credit card and the rest of us paid him in cash). I fumbled around with those things, made a bit of headway, then spilled my rice all over the table. So somebody finally asked the waiter for a fork. It was embarrassing.I think he was trying to be cool and edgy in a "bro" kind of way, and it came out not the way he planned
Showering every day isn't good for your skin, I'm told.
Nobody else in my group was showering either, and I don't remember any stench or anything like that.
You all smelled bad in the same way, so nobody was smelling anything.
I've never seen chopsticks here, not even in Chinese restaurants.My friend says that when she was growing up in the Philippines her family couldn't afford chopsticks and mostly ate with their fingers.
Yeah sounds like you were either fully nose blind at that point or your sense of smell was adversely affected by the altitude. Those poopy tea tens full of sweaty travelers were rank.There might actually be something to that.
Turns out the common areas of the tea houses, where we stayed at and slept in every night, were heated by burned yak dung.. I somehow did not smell this at all, even though we usually spent at least a couple hours in a tea house common area every day.. I even saw the stoves in the middle of the common areas, and we saw a lot of yaks, and a lot of women picking up yuk dung and throwing it in giant yak dung backpacks.. but nope, never realized that yak dung was actually burned every single day until it was pointed out to me
Mind you I think the yak dung chimneys actually made a big difference and most of the fumes went that way, but yeah
Yeah sounds like you were either fully nose blind at that point or your sense of smell was adversely affected by the altitude. Those poopy tea tens full of sweaty travelers were rank.
He had a daughter who could shape-shift. So he would have her shift to a cow, sell her to a guy who wanted a cow, then she could shift back. He made a lot of money to buy food that way, but even that wasn't enough. This according to Ovid's telling.I'm trying to remember the name of the ancient Greek [Lydian?] king who was perpetually hungry. His name start's with "O." I believe at one point he even started eating himself.