They want no sacrifice of blood and rich white fat? No libations of wine poured in their names? What goddesses these are! Their love for this race seems as boundless as the ocean that stretches far beyond where any man dares to sail. Even white-armed Hera, who loves the Argives above all other men, wants offerings to sate her.

Easier to understand is a god who lashes out in anger when he is not properly honored. Have you any idea of what the moon-loving Prismals might have done to drive to fury such a diety as that?