His Descent Was Like Nightfall.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

The Man Does Better Who Runs From Disaster Than He Who Is Caught By It.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.

One Who Contends With Immortals Lives A Very Short Life.

Will Cast The Spear And Leave The Rest To Jove.