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Had she really thought I would not know him? I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell: I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Achilles’ eyes were bright in the firelight, his face drawn sharply by flickering shadows. I would know it in dark or disguise, I told myself. I would know it even in madness.

the odyssey reverted me back into a greek myth nerd

“You’ll write more poems. They are not lost. You are the poetry”
bro this book is going to destroy me