I'm a rageaholic. I just can't live without rageahol.

For I am yearning to visit the limits of the all-nurturing Earth, and Oceans, from whom the gods are sprung.

For afterwards a man finds pleasure in his pains, when he has suffered long and wandered long. So I will tell you what you ask and seek to know.

Miserable mortals who like leaves at one moment flame with life eating the produce of the land and at another moment weakly perish.

Shame greatly hurts or greatly helps mankind.

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.