Miserable Mortals Who Like Leaves At One

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

Unextinguished Laughter Shakes The Skies.

Sing, O Muse, Of The Rage Of Achilles, Son Of Peleus, That Brought Countless Ills Upon The Achaeans.

Beware The Toils Of War ... The Mesh Of The Huge Dragnet Sweeping Up The World.

Nothing In The World Is So Incontinent As A Man's Accursed Appetite.