“Patroclus eased up alongside him and shattered his right jaw with his spear, driving the point through his teeth, then, gripping the shaft, levered him up and over his chariot rail, the way a man sitting on a jutting rock with a fishing rod flips a flounder he has hooked out of the sea. So Thestor was prised gaping from his chariot and left flat on his face. His soul crawled off.” ~Iliad

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