I will go, once I have said what I came here to say.I will never shrink from the anger in your eyes-you can't destroy me. Listen to me closely: the man you have sought for so long, proclaiming, cursing up and down, the murderer of Laius-he is here. A stranger, you may think, who lives among you, he soon will be revealed a native Thebanbut he will take no joy in the revelation. Blind who now has eyes, beggar who now is rich, he will grope his way toward a foreign soil,A stick tapping before him step by step. Revealed at last, brother and father bothto the children he embraces, to his motherson and husband both - he sowed the loinshis father sowed, he spilled his father's blood!Go in and reflect on that, solve that. And if you find I've liedfrom this day onward call the prophet blind. Robert Fagles Sophocles