mythology - especially Greek, which I will discuss - is, of course, singing the deeds of heroes, gods and goddesses, spirits and monsters.
But it is also a mention of the little people, to those who - from the chair of the Lyceum - the professor of Greek thought did not name any.
Then I take the parts of those small, insignificant, miserable, forgotten by time, design and history, pulling the sound of ' Oricalco war.
is a singular character:
ACAL
was, he, the nephew of Daedalus. Acala, (also known as or Perdika Talo), had an extraordinary ability to invent things ingegnose.Un day, while on the beach with his companions, he saw a fish bone in the sand, which gave him the idea of \u200b\u200bbuilding a saw. This man was certainly a multifaceted genius, was said to have invented, in addition to the saw, even a compass. Daedalus, moved by envy, he did fall from a tower on the Acropolis, on the roof of the Temple of Athena, pushing it down, but Pallas, moved with pity for him, turned it into a partridge.
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Here's how it is narrated in the eighth book of the "Metamorphoses" of Ovid: Your sister ... in fact, ignoring the fate t'aveva entrusted his son because instruct, just a boy of twelve, but talented open to your teachings. These, among other things, notice the bones in the body of fish, used as models in a very sharp knife and cut out a set of teeth, inventing the saw. And he was the first that avvinse two metal rods to a pivot, so that the distance between them is fixed, the same firm at one point and the other describing a circle. Taken by envy, Daedalus threw him down the sacred rock of Pallas, inventing, who had fallen, but the goddess who protects men of genius, he claimed the boy and turned him into a bird, giving them pens still in midair. So the agility that had passed his extraordinary talent in the wings and legs, and what was the name stuck. However, this bird is not very high leverage and makes its nest on branches or on top of the hills, fluttering close to the ground, lay their eggs in hedges, and memories of the fall, avoids the heights.
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