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Those Who Would Learn Must Suffer. In Our Own Despair, Against Our Will, Wisdom Comes To Us.

I Have Learned To Hate All Traitors, And There Is No Disease That I Spit On More Than Treachery.

Everyone Is Ready To Speak Ill Of A Stranger.

You'll See All Other Mortal Sinners, The Ones Who Flout The Honor Owed To Gods Or Guests, Or Loving Parents--you'll See Them Get The Justice They Deserve. For Hades Holds Men Mightily To A Strict Accounting Down Below The Earth; He Sees All Things, Inscribes Them Within The Book Of His Remembering.

Pain Lays Not Its Touch Upon A Corpse.