arthms: “They are surely gods who speak to him with steady voices. A glance from him drives me
arthms: “They are surely gods who speak to him with steady voices. A glance from him drives men to their knees. His sigh brings cities to ruin. I wonder if he dreams of surrender on a bed of white flowers or is that the mistaken hope of every would be conqueror? The world was not made for beauty like his.” -- source link