"Wow," Thalia muttered. "Apollo is hot." "He's the sun god," I said. "That's not what I meant."

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The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.

— John Milton