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Neither disease nor keen-eyed Diana with her subtle shafts stole upon me: they say that life can waste in grief, great sorrow drain heat from the blood, and it was longing for thee — for our little chats my glorious son for your kindnesses — for want of these my long life ebbed and sobbed away my son, my son…
10 The Reunion after Homer, The Odyssey, Book XI, 197–224
How I longed to embrace her! How my heart filled at every word — but she’d grow vague and resolve like a dream at the touch of dawn whenever I tried to draw any closer
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