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“My dear comrade’s dead—
Patroclus—the man I loved beyond all other comrades,
loved as my own life—I’ve lost him…
[…]
My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live,
to take my stand in the world of men—unless,
before all else, Hector’s battered down by my spear
and gasps away his life, the blood-price for Patroclus…”
Etching by Pietro Testa.
Of course, the Iliad is a story of violence and valor. It famously begins with the “rage of Achilles,” and there are stabbings, beheadings, and crushing blows on almost every page—which is why I find it funny (and slightly disturbing) that I was completely swept up in the beauty of its language, endlessly rereading the lines, in absolute awe, where an eye would be gouged out by a spear or a severed head would roll in the dust. It was all overwhelming. I wish I could memorize every word.
Patroclus—the man I loved beyond all other comrades,
loved as my own life—I’ve lost him…
[…]
My spirit rebels—I’ve lost the will to live,
to take my stand in the world of men—unless,
before all else, Hector’s battered down by my spear
and gasps away his life, the blood-price for Patroclus…”
Etching by Pietro Testa.
Of course, the Iliad is a story of violence and valor. It famously begins with the “rage of Achilles,” and there are stabbings, beheadings, and crushing blows on almost every page—which is why I find it funny (and slightly disturbing) that I was completely swept up in the beauty of its language, endlessly rereading the lines, in absolute awe, where an eye would be gouged out by a spear or a severed head would roll in the dust. It was all overwhelming. I wish I could memorize every word.