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My Reading List → The Song Of Achilles by Madeline Miller²

We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.

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Author's Notes: I actually did this post all the way back in 2021 but I've learnt so much since then and so I wanted to recreate it!

Patroclus, he says, Patroclus, Patroclus. Over and over until it is sound only. Somewhere Odysseus is kneeling, urging food and drink. A fierce red rage comes, and he almost kills him there. But he would have to let go of me. He cannot. He holds me so tightly I can feel the faint beat of his chest, like the wings of a moth. An echo, the last bit of spirit still tethered to my body. A torment.

“i don’t know. i can’t imagine it. the way the boy spoke to you.”

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The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller 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.