Being eaten by a crocodile is just like going to sleep...in a giant blender.
I too shall lie in the dust when I am dead, but now let me win noble renown.
And overpowered by memory Both men gave way to grief. Priam wept freely For man - killing Hector, throbbing, crouching Before Achilles' feet as Achilles wept himself, Now for his father, now for Patroclus once again And their sobbing rose and fell throughout the house.
The blade itself incites to deeds of violence.
Do not mourn the dead with the belly.
some things you will think of yourself,...some things God will put into your mind