Gaia visited her daughter Mnemosyne, who was busy being unpronounceable.

For the world seems never to offer anything worthwhile without also providing a dreadful opposite.

It is probably best for us not to concentrate in too literal a fashion on the temporal structure of myth.

Kronos had seen by now that his wife was expecting and he readied himself for the happy day when he could consume the sixth of his children. He was taking no chances.