document.write("My Dolphin, you only guide me by surprise,<br />a captive as Racine, the man of craft,<br />drawn through his maze of iron composition<br />by the incomparable wandering voice of Ph?dre.<br />When I was troubled in mind, you made for my body<br />caught in its hangman\\\'s-knot of sinking lines,<br />the glassy bowing and scraping of my will. . . .<br />I have sat and listened to too many<br />words of the collaborating muse,<br />and plotted perhaps too freely with my life,<br />not avoiding injury to others,<br />not avoiding injury to myself--<br />to ask compassion . . . this book, half fiction,<br />an eelnet made by man for the eel fighting<br /><br />my eyes have seen what my hand did.");