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George Orwell’s tired prescription: ‘Never use a long word where a short one will do.’
‘I’m Ithacan, unfortunate Ulysses’ friend: Achaemenides, the pauper Adamastus’ son. I wish I’d stayed poor—but Troy called to me. The crew forgot me here, in a Cyclops’ dismal cave, when they fled this grisly place.
You, Roman, remember your own arts:* to rule the world with law, impose your ways on peace, grant the conquered clemency, and crush the proud in war.”
I need you to bury me. If Fortune won’t allow that, gift my absence with a tomb and funeral.
Fortune helps the brave.”
Fortune favors the brave.
