Typhon, in the Greek mythology a fire-breathing giant, struck by a thunderbolt of Jupiter, and buried under Etna.
The map of Etna, which I have been just looking at, looks like a sudden falling in, does it not?
How different it is from Etna, that lonely, self-conscious wonder of Sicily!
Empedocles stayed his feet among the groves of Etna to hear it.
His face was pale and calm, but the calm was the calm of the gray crust of Etna.
A quiet Vesuvius slew its thousands: Etna its tens of thousands.
Groups of the villagers were gathered in the streets which looked upward to Etna and discussing the chances of an eruption.
And for aught I know, or do not know, he is sweeping the crater of Etna to this very day.
Empedocles under Mt. Etna was no more imprisoned than is the life of to-day which is filled with the things of yesterday.
Human vegetables are as unfortunate as those which live at the foot of Etna.