What Hurt in Particular

What hurt in particular is that most of the Maiads and Naiads had a truly wonderful time at the party. And many of them developed their own imaginative good thoughts, and so my imagination, with the help of Dionysus, actually began to propagate itself amongst the Naiads and Maiads. But rather than thanking me for the liberation that my imagination had brought, the Maiads and the Naiads—especially the elders of their tribe—felt that they needed to discourage delighting in the imagination and so they made an example of the poor errant Naiad.

I won’t tell you what they did to her—it’s too gruesome—the best that I will be able to do for her now is to negotiate that she can maybe join me in Hell sooner rather than later. And when she arrives, I will deify her, making her one of my princesses—who in her imagination—will provide delight to us all.

What is cheering though is that some of the younger Naiads and Maiads are grumbling about the elders. “Yes our heads hurt a little the next day, but so what…. We had fun. We were free. The pinot played with us, and the burgundy—well we won’t say what the burgundy brought us….