I imagine the inhumanly harsh winters feel like a relief, what with all the midges one has to endure in the summer. You don't win with arctic conditions.
I imagine the inhumanly harsh winters feel like a relief, what with all the midges one has to endure in the summer. You don't win with arctic conditions.
ξυνòς 'Evυáλιoς κaí τε κτανéoντα κατéκτα
Alike to all is the War God, and him who would kill he kills. (Il. 18.309)
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