Dearest Creon,
I find it increasingly difficult to hold my tongue when you go passing barbaric decrees in light of this most recent conundrum. I may be blind, but that does not mean that I cannot foresee the grave consequences of your brutish order. For some reason, even though you "have so far steered a steady course" after heeding all of my advice, you simply refuse to remove thy head from your posterior on this one! (152) You have let yourself become so overwhelmed with vengeance and allowed your petty pride to consume your soul! I may have faulty eyes, but you sir are the blind one! Oh, Creon, "only a fool is governed by self-will". (153) Do not allow your hateful heart to govern your life, or you shall end up losing all that you love and destroying this city with your power!
I apologize for that outburst, for I mean no disrespect, it is simply that I cannot bear to watch a man make a fool of himself and cause turmoil to a city simply because of his own immaturity. It is understandable that you fear for the safety of your people, but it is absurd to deny Polynices a proper burial because of that. It simply "the blood of Oedipus" which is causing all of this. (153) The curse lies within his family, so you cannot blame Polynices for his triumphant efforts. And even if you were to hold a grudge, you have conquered the man and proven your superiority, and ought that not be enough? Let go of your trivial grievances, my lord, or you shall bring misery to all who rely on you.
Sincerely,
Your Homie Teiresias
Sincerely,
Your Homie Teiresias
