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Walking toward the closest wall on the left, he watches the pictures form: Demeter in dark grey gown and tunic, wheat-blonde hair threaded with streaks of grey, in the home of the gods on Mount Olympus before the twelve thrones, shoulders slumped as Zeus turns away from her appeal, the other gods ignoring her altogether; Clytemnestra in mourning black, standing before her husband's throne, face twisted in grief and hatred and anger as Agamemnon looks over her head in stoic refusal with his court unseeing, uncaring of her pain; Hecuba in exile from fallen Troy, kneeling in an echoingly empty temple, prayers unheard, offering unaccepted, the acolytes pretending she's not even there; Medea in Hera's temple, blonde hair in disarray, demanding that she fulfill the promise of Jason's devotion and dismissed without interest, her letters to her friends and family unopened and unanswered; and the last; Cornelia in a stark white tabilium, plain plastered walls pocketed with pigeonholes for books, seated at a simple citrus wood desk with Publius lounging on the other side.
The stark, unrelieved black of her dress and palla are of a different, more elaborate style, more suitable for a Roman noblewoman in urban Rome, and the white ribbons thicker as they wind through her intricately bound hair, but he can't see any other difference.

- The Game of God, Chapter 11

I really like reading about Cornelia.
I wish her statue had survived (I don't think there are any surviving contemporary images of her)

Description
Walking toward the closest wall on the left, he watches the pictures form: Demeter in dark grey gown and tunic, wheat-blonde hair threaded with streaks of grey, in the home of the gods on Mount Olympus before the twelve thrones, shoulders slumped as Zeus turns away from her appeal, the other gods ignoring her altogether; Clytemnestra in mourning black, standing before her husband's throne, face twisted in grief and hatred and anger as Agamemnon looks over her head in stoic refusal with his court unseeing, uncaring of her pain; Hecuba in exile from fallen Troy, kneeling in an echoingly empty temple, prayers unheard, offering unaccepted, the acolytes pretending she's not even there; Medea in Hera's temple, blonde hair in disarray, demanding that she fulfill the promise of Jason's devotion and dismissed without interest, her letters to her friends and family unopened and unanswered; and the last; Cornelia in a stark white tabilium, plain plastered walls pocketed with pigeonholes for books, seated at a simple citrus wood desk with Publius lounging on the other side.
The stark, unrelieved black of her dress and palla are of a different, more elaborate style, more suitable for a Roman noblewoman in urban Rome, and the white ribbons thicker as they wind through her intricately bound hair, but he can't see any other difference.

- The Game of God, Chapter 11

I really like reading about Cornelia.
I wish her statue had survived (I don't think there are any surviving contemporary images of her)