Theodore Morrison, professor of English at Harvard, has here taken the story of Admetus, Alcestis, and Hercules, and written it up in the verse of modern languages--not to say slanguage--while leaving the incidents and the setting in ancient Thessaly. The result is a mawkish, dull, tasteless presentation of the old tale of a woman's devotion to her sick husband--to the point of being willing to die in his stead. It is impossible to see why anything other than the prestige of being a Harvard professor would bring this book to publication. Impossible to say whom it might interest outside of Professor Morrison's immediate coterie. If any others are interested in it they will certainly not be among poetry lovers.