"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."
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
'oderint dum metuant'
(let them hate so long as they fear)
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