Imagine, if you will, the blessed child of a parthenogenetic conception involving the Oracle of Delphi and Cassandra. The girl has Cassandra’s clarity, passion and a good deal of her accuracy, combined with the Oracle’s high degree of credibility but without its duplicity. What could that girl grow up to become but a theatre critic and commentator, even if she had been raised in the 1930s, in the world’s most isolated capital city? Please note, before returning to mundane reality, how diminished the myth of Cassandra would be without the Trojan War, and how little we would care for the writhing of the Pytho, the priestess at Delphi, if Oedipus had not consulted her. A public voice needs subject matter that is at once contemporary and timeless if its utterances are to transcend the ephemeral.