Have Patience, Heart.

Achilles Absent Was Achilles Still!

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.

To Have A Great Man For An Intimate Friend Seems Pleasant To Those Who Have Never Tried It; Those Who Have, Fear It.

What So Tedious As A Twice-told Tale?

Zeus It Seems Has Given Us From Youth To Old Age A Nice Ball Of Wool To Wind-nothing But Wars Upon Wars Until We Shall Perish Every One.