Tilda Swinton
by: Mario Sorrenti
Thetis the goddess of the glistening feet //Tilda Swinton
As Achilles groaned from the depths his mother rose before him
and sobbing a sharp cry, cradled her son’s head in her hands
and her words were all compassion, winging pity: “My child—
why in tears? What sorrow has touched your heart?
Tell me, please. Don’t harbour it deep inside you.(x)







