We men are wretched things.
All men have need of the gods.
All the survivors of the war had reached their homes and so put the perils of battle and the sea behind them.
By their own follies they perished, the fools.
You never know when an old calendar might come in handy! Sure, it's not 1985 right now, but who knows what tomorrow will bring?
There is a time for many words, and there is also a time for sleep.