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Generations of men are like the leaves.
In winter, winds blow them down to earth,
but then, when spring season comes again,
the budding wood grows more. And so with men—
one generation grows, another dies away.
Book VI, lines 181 - 185 (translation by Ian Johnston)
Posts on The Iliad:
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Discussion on the book:
Books I - IV
Books V - VIII
Books IX - XII
Books XIII - XVI
Books XVII - XX
Books XXI - XXIV
Other posts:
An Iliad - a partial review (and examining some of the work's themes)
Some thoughts on The Iliad and The Odyssey (and memory in The Odyssey)
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