“Let me say what sorcery is not: it is not divine power, which comes with a thought and a blink. It must be made and worked, planned and searched out, dug up, dried, chopped and ground, cooked, spoken over and sung. . .Day upon patient day, you must throw out your errors and begin again. So why did I not mind?. . .For a hundred [months], I had walked the world drowsy and dull, idle and at my ease. . .Then I learned that I could bend the world to my will. (Circe, pg. 83-84, Madeline Miller)