Where Can I Read the Story of Icarus
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The Story of Icarus
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On the island of Crete during the age of King Minos, there lived a man named Daedalus and his young son Icarus. Daedalus was just an ordinary human, except for one special talent – he was an inventor of strange and wonderful mechanical creations.
At present this was a very long time ago – and in this aboriginal time at that place were no televisions or cars or clocks. Instead of the television, people learned what was new in the country by listening to the gossip at the local inn. Instead of cars, people got from place to place past walking or if they were wealthy by riding on a equus caballus or in a railroad vehicle. Instead of clocks people kept runway of the time using sundials.
And then, the tiny mechanical bird that chirped when the sun rose – given by Daedalus to the newborn princess to celebrate her birth -- became the talk of anybody in the land. King Minos approached Daedalus to ask if he might exist able to invent something less pretty but more than useful and Daedalus did non disappoint. A few months later on he presented the plans for a behemothic labyrinth to agree the half-human and half-balderdash monster, known as the Minotaur, prisoner.
King Minos was very pleased. Unfortunately, Rex Minos was also very greedy. He wanted Daedalus to piece of work only for him and so he had his Majestic Guards take Daedalus and his young son Icarus and lock them away in a cavern loftier in a higher place the body of water. The only entrances to the cave were through the labyrinth guarded by the King's soldiers (not to mention the Minotaur!) and an archway overlooking the body of water high up on the side of a cliff.
Daedalus didn't mind his imprisonment at start. Whatever Daedalus needed King Minos provided without question -- food, drink, tools of all shapes, rare metals, leather, parchment and even candles so he could work late into the dark. Daedalus lived happily for many years working away on an endless multifariousness of wondrous inventions. And young Icarus, although sometimes bored, was usually quite happy helping out his father and playing with the mechanical toys Daedalus made for him.
It wasn't until Icarus became a teenager that Daedalus began to wonder if being locked away was the best thing for his son. And Icarus, tired of the cold, clammy cave began to complain that he had no promise of a life of his own.
On his sixteenth birthday Icarus broke into a rage, "Only father, I desire an take chances – peradventure even to meet a girl and take a son of my own! I tin can't very well ask a wife to come live with me in this lonely cave over the sea. I hate this cavern. I hate the Male monarch. And I detest you lot!"
Of course, Icarus apologized later on for maxim such hateful things to his begetter simply insisted that he couldn't stand existence cooped up in the cave any longer.
The next time King Minos visited, Daedalus approached him nervously, "Your Majesty, surely y'all must see that Icarus is becoming a young human. You can't plan to keep him locked away for his entire life. Please sire, let him join your Imperial Guard and seek a life in your service."
The King raised an eyebrow and stared thoughtfully out the opening of the cavern, "I shall consider your request. At present if you please, show me again your thought for giant mechanical men."
The King didn't really take to think besides long most information technology. He knew correct abroad that he didn't want to let either Daedalus or Icarus go. Who could know whether Icarus would have his father's talents – after all Icarus had watched and learned from his begetter for his unabridged life. Under no circumstances did he desire some other kingdom to get their hands on the mechanical wonders Daedalus created and that Icarus might someday produce.
Weeks later, Male monarch Minos returned to Daedalus with his answer, "Icarus provides the greatest service to our realm by keeping you company hither."
"Just sire," began Daedalus.
"Enough!" roared King Minos, "The decision has been made. I volition take no arguments."
Daedalus turned to Icarus to explain that there was zippo to be done but when he saw the look of utter despair on his son's face, Daedalus' eye bankrupt and he vowed that he would do everything in his power to make his boy happy again.
But what to practice …
Daedalus stood staring out the entrance of the cave overlooking the sea, watching the waves crash on the rocks below and the seagulls circle over the cliffs. It was spring and the nests on the cliffs were filled with eggs and chicks.
Icarus walked up beside his father and said softly, "How I envy those infant birds, for soon their wings volition be potent and they'll be able to wing away from this wretched cliff."
Daedalus blinked, a smile slowly growing on his face. He turned to Icarus his eyes twinkling, "Well then, my trivial fledgling, we'd best start working on strengthening your wings and then you tin can exist off with the others!"
First Daedalus used strips of leather and fine twigs to fashion a broom and a big net which he had Icarus dangle down towards the cliffs to sweep upwardly the feathers almost the seagull nests. For many days Icarus carefully gathered every feather he could reach.
While Icarus was busy with feathers, Daedalus created thin tubes of light metal which he used to grade the frame of two pairs of man-sized wings. He used leather strips to create a harness and pulleys to let the wearer to flap and tilt the wings in various directions. Then he took the feathers that Icarus had collected and used candle wax to begin to attach the feathers to the light metal frames.
"Ii frames?" Icarus smiled happily at his male parent, "Are you coming likewise?"
Daedalus clasped his son on the shoulder and replied, "I am, my son. Thanks for reminding me that of all my creations, you are the most important to me. I'm deplorable that information technology's taken me and so long to free united states both."
It was painstaking work collecting the feathers and attaching them, ane by ane, to the frames but a few weeks later, as the first fledgling seagulls began to exit their nests, Daedalus declared the wings complete.
The day they were to leave, Daedalus lectured Icarus i terminal time, "Now son, remember, yous must be cautious when nosotros fly. Fly too close to the ocean and your wings volition become as well heavy with the water that sprays off the waves. Fly too close to the sun and the wax will cook and you volition lose feathers. Follow my path closely and you lot'll be fine."
Icarus nodded and excitedly slid his arms into the harness. He listened absently as his father explained how to open the wings wide to catch the air currents and how to utilize the pulleys to steer. With an eager hug skillful luck Daedalus and Icarus stepped into the entrance of the cave overlooking the body of water, spread their wings equally wide equally they would go and leaped, one after the other, out over the sea.
As if it had been waiting for him, the wind caught Icarus' wings almost immediately and up he soared.
Oh, what freedom! Icarus threw his caput back and laughed as the startled seagulls dodged away from him and and so swooped dorsum squawking warnings when he steered besides close to the nesting cliffs.
Daedalus shouted to his son to be careful, stop playing with the birds and follow him toward the shore of an island in the altitude. But Icarus was having likewise much fun – he was tired of ever following his male parent, always listening to his endless lectures and Icarus was thrilled with his sudden freedom.
He watched the seagulls rise on the air currents high up over the sea and thought to himself, "Conscientious, bah. The birds aren't conscientious, they're happy – they're free! Oh, what a glorious run a risk this is. The dominicus is so warm and the cakewalk tugs at my wings as if fifty-fifty the wind is happy I'm finally loose. I tin't believe I've been missing this for all these years trapped in that cold, damp cavern." And with that he followed the seagulls up and up and Upward into the heaven.
"No Icarus! End!" shouted Daedalus, "The wax will melt if information technology gets too warm. Not so loftier. Not and so high!"
But Icarus was too far away or too lost in his ain happy thoughts of excitement to listen to his father's warnings. As he flew still college he began to feel the warm wax dripping down his arms and saw feathers falling like snowflakes down effectually him. Remembering his father'southward lectures, Icarus realized with horror his mistake. He began to work the pulleys to tilt his wings back down toward the ocean but every bit he did so, he saw more than feathers migrate away and he began to lose height more quickly than he wanted.
Working the pulleys fifty-fifty more aimlessly, Icarus flapped the wings trying to deadening his fall but the harder he flapped, the more feathers discrete from the frame of his wings.
Every bit Daedalus watched in horror, Icarus plunged toward the body of water frantically flapping the pulleys with his artillery. When he finally striking the water, at that place wasn't a plumage left fastened.
Daedalus landed as quickly as he could on the embankment about where Icarus had fallen simply the but sign of his poor child was a few feathers floating in the waves. Daedalus crumpled to the sand, his confront in his hands for he knew his son was dead. Later many months, when Daedalus began to recover from his grief, he named the island Icaria in memory of his son. On the beach where he landed, he built a temple to the sun god Apollo and within it hung the wings he had created, vowing never to fly once again.
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