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Ah, beer, my one weakness. My Achille's heel, if you will.
But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead.
Let me not then die ingloriously and without a struggle, but let me first do some great thing that shall be told among men hereafter.
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No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.
No one can hurry me down to Hades before my time, but if a man's hour is come, be he brave or be he coward, there is no escape for him when he has once been born.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!
Ruin, eldest daughter of Zeus, she blinds us all, that fatal madness—she with those delicate feet of hers, never touching the earth, gliding over the heads of men to trap us all. She entangles one man, now another.
There is nothing alive more agonized than man / of all that breathe and crawl across the earth.
My life is more to me than all the wealth of Ilius
Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.
His descent was like nightfall.
Nay if even in the house of Hades the dead forget their dead, yet will I even there be mindful of my dear comrade.
Still, we will let all this be a thing of the past, though it hurts us, and beat down by constraint the anger that rises inside us. Now I am making an end of my anger. It does not become me, unrelentingly to rage on
Without a sign, his sword the brave man draws, and asks no omen, but his country's cause.
Why have you come to me here, dear heart, with all these instructions? I promise you I will do everything just as you ask. But come closer. Let us give in to grief, however briefly, in each other's arms.
But listen to me first and swear an oath to use all your eloquence and strength to look after me and protect me.
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Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess-- so she strikes our eyes!
