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The word I use is hubris. Our word for arrogance that scrapes the stars, for violence and towering rage as ugly as the gods.
Madeline Miller • The Song of Achilles: A Novel
We will be known as a culture that feared death
and adored power, that tried to vanquish insecurity
for the few and cared little for the penury of the
many. We will be known as a culture that taught
and rewarded the amassing of things, that spoke
little if at all about the quality of life for
people (other people), for dogs, for rivers. All
the world, in
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might be as well
the old white whale
scarred and virile
ever out of reach
no matter how each
hunts him
already seen too much
and cast as such
a beast so evil
that he shouldn’t be so
bitter he’s left no rung
for a life with anyone
that loves him
no scholarships
or jobs programs
to safely pull him
back to land,
keeps exploring
murky depths
while
He stumped along now with the book under his arm, eyes bright. So, this was what a faithful servant of the gods, heroic and beloved, ended up looking like.
We are men only, a brief flare of the torch.
Madeline Miller • The Song of Achilles: A Novel
We, you and I”—he touches my chest with the back of his index finger—“are dirty. We are made for blood. Rough hands. Dirty hearts. We are lesser creatures in the grand scheme of things, but without us men of war, no one except those of Lykos would hear Eo’s song. Without our rough hands, the dreams of the pure hearts would never be built.”
Pierce Brown • Red Rising (Red Rising Series Book 1)
You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who.
Ernest Hemingway • The Old Man and the Sea
Food For Thought
I lie famished in the midst of food (of which I am a part)
surrounded by a salty stench that renders me too sick to start
imbibing, on a ride gut-wrenching, worse than any ship or cart.
I am the most reluctant morsel.
I lie alone in utter darkness far beyond the reach of man
in grave to which I gave no thought while walking on the
him in their yoke again. “I will keep him for you. You have no time for a funeral now.” We carried the body to one of my beds, wrapped it in a sheet. I brought out stores for their journey, and the sheep he needed for the rite. The ship was already prepared,