OEDIPUS
Oh, oh! the agony! The torment of these eyes! It beats upon me in one mighty wave. Woe, woe is me! Darkness! Horror of darkness, all-enfolding, resistless, unspeakable, visitant, sped by an ill wind! Would that I had died that day upon the mountain, that I had never learned the mystery of my birth! What use to me now are eyes that see nothing but…