° Are those stones for real? Or is Woody Woodpecker fixing to let out a heliumfilled cackle and peck them into a pile of Hollywood sfx styrofoam pebbles?
° The Golden Death Mask of "Agamemnon," Menelaus, Helen, Paris, Achilles, Troy--all the childish bloodandgutsism of Homer.
° Agamemnon, Clytemnestra, Orestes, Elektra, the Eumenides--all the rationalistic struggle between bloodtabu and coldbloodedlaw of Aeschylus.
° Young Giac is in Seventh Heaven, just north of Argos.
° Little does Young Giac suspect that within a mere thirty minutes he’ll not be ascending the acropolis, he’ll be descending into the Indiana Jones bowels of its solid rock. Till at last Master Adolf with his electroshock cattle prod urges Young Giac to explore a flight of footwide steps hewn out of the live rock that lead--si dice--to the infamous Back Gate of Mycenae. Or, at least, to the typhoidridden siegespring.
° No siree! For there is a boulder just fixing to drop across the ingress the moment Young Giac passes through, just like in the movies.
° Only, for real.
° Timetravelling, Giac. 
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