There Will Be Killing Till The Score

No Season Now For Calm, Familiar Talk.

Come, Friend, You Too Must Die. Why Moan About It So? Even Patroclus Died, A Far, Far Better Man Than You. And Look, You See How Handsome And Powerful I Am? The Son Of A Great Man, The Mother Who Gave Me Life-- A Deathless Goddess. But Even For Me, I Tell You, Death And The Strong Force Of Fate Are Waiting. There Will Come A Dawn Or Sunset Or High Noon When A Man Will Take My Life In Battle Too-- Flinging A Spear Perhaps Or Whipping A Deadly Arrow Off His Bow.

The Ugliest Man Was He Who Came To Troy; With Squinting Eyes And One Distorted Foot.

If It Doesn't Have Siamese Twins In A Jar, It Is Not A Fair.

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.