Like a girl, a baby running ...

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.

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.

Quotes from the same author

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

O Friends, be men, and let your hearts be strong And let no warrior in the heat of fight, Do what may bring him shame in others' eyes

once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

And twins ev'n from the birth are Misery and Man!

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing sooner than of war.