The recapitulation of the developments at Aulis is momentarily interrupted, at the point of Agamemnon's hopeless decision, to evoke a false picture of security in Zeus, and to underscore the enigma of the universal order, while at the same time holding out such make-believe panacaeas as sophrosyne and the like.

She wreaked her anger on his car.

I forbear myself from entering the lists in which he has long stalked alone and unchallenged.

The only rig nobody'd recognize is that clunker that Vic drove here in, and he won't take it.