"In Siam it used to be difficult to ascertain the king's real name, since it was carefully kept secret from fear of sorcery; any one who mentioned it was clapped into gaol." (The Golden Bough, 299)

We wrapped up the one minute Ovid presentations, which were very entertaining, I thought. It can be said(well actually said by Mr. Sexson) that The Metamorphoses is one of the exemplar examples in the annual of Mythologies of Text, where the litmus test for greatness becomes this: does this text have everything in the world in it or not? Obviously, there are few books that could pass this test truthfully. But then again, if you think it's mythological, that makes it so(there is a poem by Wallace Stevens called Anything Is Beautiful If You Say It Is which gets at pretty much the same thing). If you can find everything that there is to be found in the Bible, for example, than the Bible becomes the book that contains absolutely everything--like in The Secret of Kells--.

But you have to be able to bring everything to any text. It's a matter of right perception again. Just as you must percieve the metaphorical meaning of Apocalypse, so you must perceive the possibility of finding everything in a text. You than become what Eliade would describe as a "specialist in ecstasy". Which means you truly have gone off the deep end. But that's just so it goes.