“There was a vividness to him, even at rest, that made death and spirits seem foolish”
Song Of Achilles 43

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“There was a vividness to him, even at rest, that made death and spirits seem foolish”
Song Of Achilles 43
And his face was like the sun.
The Song Of Achilles 47
“You can teach a viper how to eat from your hands, but you cannot take away how much it likes to bite”
- Circe 97
in the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.
“A few hairs slipped forward to hang over his eyes as he played. They were fine as lyre strings themselves, and shone.”
Song Of Achilles 34
minor spoiler warning for TSOA content??
Whenever I first read TSOA and Achilles said “no, this is what I was born for” (pg 220) when Patroclus asked him if he was nervous for his first raid in Troy, I originally pictured it as pride in achilles voice. But now on my second read through, I see it as resignation. Achilles wanted his fame, of course, but I feel like he was subconsciously coming to realize it was true that no hero is famous and happy but he would never admit that. I think at this point he was realizing that he didn’t want the fame more than he wanted a life with Patroclus, but he never actually says this. I feel like it’s this unspoken grief for what his life could have been had he not been whisked away by the idea of fame. This is not at all a nuanced take but I have no one to talk about this book with so I needed to get it out somewhere
“Yet because I knew nothing, nothing was beneath me.”
- Circe 86
His beauty shone like a flame, vital and bright, drawing my eye against my will
Song of Achilles, page 26