I picture a dozen little boys running together like ants, carrying Hercules over their heads to their anthill clubhouse. Another dozen little boys, directly behind, carrying Hercules’ load, which I picture as several giant duffle bags, though it may more likely be the bodies of his enemies or the earth he took over carrying for a moment or even a stable full of the shit that he had to shovel in that first labor.
But for the purposes of this image, the boys are just carrying stuff and the little boys stream through the city streets like the fire brigade or the Keystone cops or the Keystone robbers, stealing a mythological figure and all his belongings.
The Hamlet Project 