In the center of Minerva’s loom there soon appeared figures telling the story of a famous contest in which the gods had taken part; and into each of the four corners she wove a picture of the fate that had overtaken daring mortals who had opposed the gods. […] A mighty figure of ruin he was, as he swept along, emptying the clouds as he passed. […] The marble image of grief stood upon the plain for many days; until at last there came a mighty hurricane sweeping across the plain, and it swept away the motionless figure in its course. […] She turned around and was very much surprised to see that strange figure, half man and half fish. […] Gradually, a most beautiful figure began to take shape in the stone.