"1963: I touch your beard as a suppliant, embrace your knees, imploring you to have pity on my wretchedness. -- Euripides, Medea, trans. Philip Vellacott (Penguin Classics, p. 39)"
"1963: I touch your beard as a suppliant, embrace your knees, imploring you to have pity on my wretchedness. -- Euripides, Medea, trans. Philip Vellacott (Penguin Classics, p. 39)"