![Kate Fleetwood as Medea, in a production directed by Rupert Goold at the Almeida theatre, London, in 2015.](https://media.guim.co.uk/c181c970fd5809f04afab3f63afc2d63f48caaaa/0_176_3804_2282/1000.jpg)
Charlotte Higgins is right to see Medea, in Euripides’s tragedy, as heroic (Greek tragedies like Medea are an ethical nightmare. That’s why we need them, 11 March). Euripides presents Jason, Medea’s husband, as blind to the power of Aphrodite, and therefore doomed to suffer horribly.
There is a vital speech from Medea, when, having decided to kill her own and Jason’s children, she says: “Yes, I know what sorts of evil things I am going to do, but passion, which is to blame for the greatest evils for mortals, is greater than my considered thoughts.”
Euripides does nothing to justify Medea’s infanticide. It simply stands as a measure of her passion: she loved Jason enough to kill her own children. It is hard to imagine a greater or worse love.
This is not to say that we ordinary mortals will have our children murdered or our second wives consumed by poisoned robes if we do not understand Aphrodite. Euripides can, however, through the cathartic extremes of tragic drama, persuade us that love is what makes us human and that we ruin, waste and trivialise human life by ignoring that.
Michael Bulley
Chalon-sur-Saône, France
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