One would love to think of himself as enduring, influential, above normal passion. However, all is not so: even the great Achilles succumbed to Paris’s poisoned arrow, his image of superiority was lost.
When the one that was allowed to be closest chooses a strange path, even one must admit his error- with a sad joy, one watches the dawn of a new day; not only for himself but for those one wishes best.
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