Book: Odysseus, son of Laertes. The man of NOMOS

- Why Failure?
Because it's not. Life is like that. In his youth, accidentally killed brother. Late father-in-law accidentally killed. Was slandered by the wife of a friend, has suffered a lot!.. executed friend, and wife...
- Poor man.

Secret moves are needed when not love. Then crammed by force, sneak up from behind or go around. When you love, just go. Meet; no secrets.

It turns out that when instead of your worst assumptions come true hope is concerned. Yesterday I thought: hope is the most resilient thing in the world. All will die, and she will wait to die last. Old Navy saying: "the Ship is at single anchor, and life on a single hope to survive..."

- ...The hero must be alone, my boys. He is doomed by moir-Spinners to be alone. Fighting alone, wins alone and dies alone. Then the people remember the Hero - completely forgetting those who helped him, was close fought and died shoulder to shoulder with him. That's the strength and weakness of the hero. Alone. Hoo on the wall; hoo - and into Eternity. Plop! ripples in the black water... Even if you collect an army of heroes, each of them will fight by itself. This is not a real army; it will be a crowd of vigilantes

- You boys want to fight,...like heroes. And the characters win a battle but not the war.

Do not compare the former with the entrance, a mortal with the feast, coming with eternal and out with the birth - otherwise you will be in the likeness of the Argus Golden Lashes, the star Titan, whose neischislimye views found fish scales in the waters of the Ocean and a feather in the vastness of the ether, but hidden under the Phrygian cap, sickle of adamant that will flash on the sly: decorate now miriada your eyes the beauty of peacock tails.
Do not compare the past with the birth coming from a feast, do not compare inputs that are open to mortals, with outputs for the eternal - otherwise, you then like a soothsayer Cassandra, who saw the approach of misfortunes, heard the rustle of their wings sorrowful; but the blind were people next to Cassandra, and vainly had to cry to the blind.
Do not compare anything with anything - be it you, then, like himself, for you, too, with nothing to compare.

Do not compare the past with the future, the entry with the exit, a mortal with the eternal, and the birth feast be otherwise then you like Themis Incorruptible, daughters of Uranium that have voluntarily withdrawn from the bodily view, receiving in return the impartiality of fate, for it is destined sighted judges, the blinding beauty and ugliness, pleading and anger, courage and cowardice; blind - never, and in contrast to judge from the fate.
Do not compare the former with the former, the entrance to the entrance, a mortal with a mortal and birth with the birth - otherwise you will be then such Linkey Aterido, hero-positely whose eyes are easily penetrated through the earth and stone, wood and bone, water and metal; only his own fate was a dark one for sharp-eyed Linkeya as a dark day tomorrow for the current day, and the death smiled, standing next to it.