There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the loverโs whisper, irresistibleโmagic to make the sanest man go mad.
HomerLike 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 offโall tears, fawning up at her, till she takes her in her armsโฆ Thatโs how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.
HomerIf you don't like your job, you don't strike! You just go in every day, and do it really half assed. That's the American way.
Homer