In hatred as in love, we grow like the thing we brood upon. What we loathe, we graft into our very soul.
Mary RenaultAlexander, of whom men tell many legends, lived by his own. Achilles must have Patroklos. He might love his Briseis; but Patroklos was the friend till death. At their tombs in Troy, Alexander and Hephaistion had sacrificed together. Wound Patroklos, and Achilles will have your blood.
Mary Renault