{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/14964/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"edition":null,"unique_id":100005248,"created_at":"2024-09-06T22:35:27.666060Z","updated_at":"2024-09-06T22:35:27.701215Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"A strange growth of reeds do I behold. Surely they sprang on a sudden from another brazen field, so wild are they. The winds that wave them are none of ours, but a blast leaps forth from a cavern of bull's hide and beneath the well-bored pipes travels to their roots. And a dignified person, with swift moving fingers of the hand, stands there and handles the keys that pass the word to the pipes; then the keys leap lightly, and press forth the melody.\r\n\r\n— Wright, Emily Wilmer Cave (1868–1951), The Works of the Emperor Julian (1913)","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:9.365/?format=json"]}