And empty words are evil.
I want answers now or I want them eventually!
And his good wife will tear her cheeks in grief, his sons are orphans and he, soaking the soil red with his own blood, he rots away himself-more birds than women flocking round his body!
I can't even say the word 'titmouse' without giggling like a schoolgirl.
Achilles absent was Achilles still!
I, for one, know of no sweeter sight for a man's eyes than his own country.