Chryseis
In Greek mythology, Chryseis (/kraɪˈsiːɪs/, Ancient Greek: Χρυσηΐς, Khrysēís, pronounced [kʰrysɛːís]) was a Trojan woman, the daughter of Chryses. Chryseis, her apparent name in the Iliad, means simply "Chryses' daughter"; later writers give her real name as Astynome (Ἀστυνόμη).
In the first book of the Iliad, she has been enslaved, as a war prize, by Agamemnon who admits she is finer than his own wife Clytemnestra and refuses to allow her father, a priest of Apollo, to ransom her. Apollo then sends a plague sweeping through the Greek armies, and Agamemnon is forced to give Chryseis back in order to end it, so Agamemnon sends Odysseus to return Chryseis to her father. Agamemnon compensates himself for this loss by taking Briseis from Achilles, an act that offends Achilles, who refuses to take further part in the Trojan War. A later Greek legend, preserved in Hyginus' Fabulae, states that she had a son by Agamemnon. In medieval literature, Chryseis is developed into the character Cressida.
202 Chryseïs
202 Chryseïs is a large, lightly coloured Main belt asteroid that is probably composed of silicate rocks. It was discovered by C. H. F. Peters on September 11, 1879 in Clinton, New York, and was named after the mythical Trojan woman Chryseis.
The rotation period for this asteroid is close to a day long, so the construction of a complete light curve requires photometric observations from multiple locations at widely spaced latitudes. This task was completed in January and February, 2011, yielding a synodic rotation period of 23.670 ± 0.001 h, with a brightness variation of 0.20 ± 0.02 in magnitude
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Different ways of decay
by: Crisisi think i'm rotting on the inside. way down deep inside my soul.. i've built
this little coffin that i live in every day. i peek out every day or so to see
those ghosts at play. i've got my knife right by my side. i keep it warm, i hold
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away. i've got this fear living inside me. it keeps me crippled and cold. like a
child i lie frozen. i hope these arms won't reach out and take hold. there's