What will it be like, when this is all over? I will be just an ordinary man again. An unimportant man. It sounds nice—even more desirable than a warm sun and a windless sky. I am so tired of being the Hero of Ages, tired of entering cities to find either armed hostility or fanatic adoration. I am tired of being loved and hated for what a bunch of old men say I will eventually do. I want to be forgotten. Obscurity. Yes, that would be nice.
