How can a year pass so quickly? Today my men roused me tomey senese and reminded me of home, although this year has not been unpleasant, if-you-know-what-I-mean... To find out what remains of my jouney to the underworld and "Then slash a black ewe's throat, and a black facing the gloom of Erobos; but turn your head toward Ocean. You shall see now souls of the buried dead in shadowy hosts, and now you must call out to your companiouns to flay those sheep the bronze knife cut down, for offerings, burnt flesh to those below, to sovereign Death and Pale Persephone. Meanwhile draw sword from hip, crouch down, ward off the surging phantoms from the bloody pit untilyou know the presence of teiresias. (X, 584-597)"
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