I'm a people person...who drinks.

Short is my date, but deathless my 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.

She threw into the wine which they were drinking a drug which takes away grief and passion and brings forgetfulness of all ills

No TV and no beer makes Homer something something.

There is not any advantage to be won from grim lamentation.

Better to flee from death than feel its grip.