Only Paris was missing from the mournful rites; he'd gone to Greece. A little later, he returned indeed: he brought a stolen wife together with a war that lasted long. A thousand ships pursued him: at his back, the many clans of Greece, the ranks of all Pelasgians had massed.
The face that launched a thousand ships.
"The Lapith's dome was shattered; through his mouth and eyes and ears and hollow nostrils oozed his soft brains, just as curdled milk strains through those withes of oak that countrymen will use when making cheese - or just as soggy must will drip when pressed down, think, through a clogged sieve." -Nestor
I think the Romans loved gore as much as Americans do now.
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