Delphi liked to daydream about being the ruler of the city. Not a councillor, or senior member of the Assembly or something like that, but a proper ruler. Like one of the tyrants who had frequently taken power in Athens over its history. It seemed like you could do anything then. She liked to think she wouldn’t go too mad with it – though a huge, gold statue was certainly tempting. They’d have to build her something at least – something that said: 'Look, I was here. They built a big thing for me.'
It wasn’t quite like living forever but it was a good start.