April 14, 2008
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The Iliad
So i actually read the whole thing. all 600 pages. My favorite part is the same as in the movie…”I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before–i put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son.” (When Priam goes to Archilles to get the body of Hector). So did you know the story actually ends where Hector is buried? No sacking the city. no horse. no Archilles getting hit in the heel…just ends rather suddenly. even though after 600 pages it was nice to see it end…and their complement for beautiful women and godesses? they had white arms. so there to all you tan lovers.
on a serious note…
Marcello’s grandmother passed away yesterday. i went to my second funeral this year. the second Brasilian funeral in my life. The two most beautiful, wonderful, godly, sweet, little ladies you could know.
you’d think you’d get used to this whole dying thing. but you don’t. you see it coming–you know it is there, and you tell yourself “it is for the best–they are old and in pain and they are going to a better place anyways.” and the words ring hollow. you want to flick it away like a fly on the wall. because there is still something fundamentally unfair about it. part of you feels stolen away. violated. robbed.
Comments (1)
My dear elderly friend died a few years ago. The question I hated to hear was “how old was he?”
Who cares? It doesn’t feel any less of a loss that they were old. Because me, I’ve only known them a few years.
Yeah.
Also, congratulations on the read.