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"Ah, soft that drowse I lay embraced in, pain forgot! If only Artemis the Pure would give me death as mild, and soon! No heart-ache more, no wearing out my lifetime with desire and sorrow, mindful of my lord, good man in all ways that he was..."
Penelope waited twenty years, so from her I shall take my cues. How ever did she make the first seven months?