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Sing O godess, the wrath of Achilles, for by the cruel hand of Jove his greatest comrade have perished.

And Achilles lamented, for he would wish to become the soil that flowers grow upon, and corpses are therein buried; had it been so, his friend might yet look his way.

More plays by the greatest conversationalist literature has known.

7/10. A very relaxing read! Though sometimes relaxing to the point of snoring, I can still say that i throughly enjoyed it.

I love the prose and the eccentricity of Mr. Bennett, as well as Mrs. Bennett's BPD, as one of the first records humanity has to offer for the existence of gold diggers.

Beautifully written, took some getting adjusted to his manner of prose but I now want more from Fitzgerald.

Murder becomes a habit.