Their upward path was dark and steep; the mists they met were thick; the silences, unbroken. But at last, they'd almost reached the upper world, when he, afraid that she might disappear again and longing so to see her, turned his gaze back at his wife. At once she slipped away - and down...And as she died again, Eurydice did not reproach her husband. (How could she have faulted him except to say that he loved her indeed?) One final, faint "Farewell" - so weak it scarcely reached his ears - was all she said. Then, back to the abyss, she fell.
Now the veins beneath his anxious fingers--pulse.
One story of utter and complete loss. To lose the one you love not once but twice? After venturing so far, Orpheus loses her again.
The second story of Pygmalion is one of gain. He yearns for his ivory maiden and Venus makes her real. Both stories show the deep love both these men feel but one ends up broken and alone while the other receives his wish and is filled with happiness.
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