The Poetess of Reform故事

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The Poetess of Reform故事
    ONE pleasant day in the latter part of eternity, as the Shades of
    all the great writers were reposing upon beds of asphodel and moly
    in the Elysian fields, each happy in hearing from the lips of the
    others nothing but copious quotation from his own works (for so
    Jove had kindly bedeviled their ears), there came in among them
    with triumphant mien a Shade whom none knew.  She (for the newcomer
    showed such evidences of sex as cropped hair and a manly stride)
    took a seat in their midst, and smiling a superior smile explained:
    "After centuries of oppression I have wrested my rights from the
    grasp of the jealous gods.  On earth I was the Poetess of Reform,
    and sang to inattentive ears.  Now for an eternity of honour and
    glory."
    But it was not to be so, and soon she was the unhappiest of
    mortals, vainly desirous to wander again in gloom by the infernal
    lakes.  For Jove had not bedeviled her ears, and she heard from the
    lips of each blessed Shade an incessant flow of quotation from his
    own works.  Moreover, she was denied the happiness of repeating her
    poems.  She could not recall a line of them, for Jove had decreed
    that the memory of them abide in Pluto's painful domain, as a part
    of the apparatus.