Re-read Oedipus Rex by Sophocles recently. One of the good things about my "day job" is that I'm obliged to revisit a variety of texts and look at them afresh each time. This time I was quite taken by the final speech of the play where, after everything poor old Oedipus has been through, the audience is told that none of us can ever really know whether we've been destined to enjoy a happy or a tragic life until the moment we're facing imminent death. It's a bleak message to end the drama, but certainly carries a punch.
