„Three times I rushed toward her, desperate to hold her,
three times she fluttered through my fingers, sifting away
like a shadow, dissolving like a dream.“
— Homér Ancient Greek epic poet, author of the Iliad and the Odyssey 750
XI. 206–208 (tr. Robert Fagles); Odysseus attempting to embrace his mother's spirit in the Underworld. Compare Virgil, Aeneid, II. 792–793 (tr. C. Pitt): : Thrice round her neck my eager arms I threw; Thrice from my empty arms the phantom flew.