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These are Lines from Book XXIV,Iliad, that I
rewrote:

After the funeral, the family now living in different
houses, went their ways- each to his own abode.
There they made ready their supper,
and so did the son.
He then bethought of the blessed boon of sleep;
but still wept for thinking of his dear father,
and sleep, before whom all things bow, could take no
hold upon him.
This way and that did he turn as he yearned after
the might and manfulness of that dear one; he thought of
all they had done together, and all they had gone
through both on the fields of battle between adolescent and
elder, and on the waves of the weary sea of everyday life.
As he dwelt on these things he wept bitterly and lay now
on his side, now on his back, and now face downwards, till at
last he rose and went out as one distraught to wander upon
the seashore.
Then, when he saw dawn breaking over beach and sea,
he got into his car, and drove around and all over the city,
up one street and down the other, aimlessly.
Thrice did he park near the cemetery and drag
himself into it and round the tomb of his father, and
then went back into his car, thinking of the body of
his father in the ground full length and with its
face upwards.
He could not bear the thought of it being disfigured,
for he could only think of him as he was with all the
might and manfulness of his earlier years,...
Not as he knew he himself would now--and too soon-- become.
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