Some time ago I made a post about how Aristotle and Dante has ruined me. But you know what? I lied. I fucking lied. You haven’t experienced true pain if you haven’t read The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. I am fucking serious this time. This book is fucking torture worse than a century in the fucking underworld. I am choking and drowning in a sea of my own fucking tears. I never even knew I could get so emotional over fucking Greek mythology. When I die, bury my ashes with this fucking book.
If you haven’t read it yet, please, do yourself a favour and go do it.
yalit meme [3/10] series or books ≡ the song of achilles by madeline miller
He was watching me, his eyes as deep as earth. “Will you come with me?” he asked. The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone. But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death. “Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
That in his last moments Patroclus wanted to stop Hector from killing him not because he was afraid for his life but he knew that if Hector took his life then Achilles will kill Hector and end up dying himself as the prophecy came true.
His last thoughts were for Achilles’ to live and of Achilles in general (and don’t fight me on this when I say Achilles’ last thoughts were that he could finally be together with Patroclus so he welcomed death)
“I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.” - The Song of Achilles
The Song of Achilles is a fantastic book by Madeline Miller about the Greek demigod Achilles through the eyes of his best friend lover Patroclus. Just… just imagine Alec and Magns in their place
“Name one hero who was happy…“ "You can’t.” He was sitting up now, leaning forward. “I can’t.” “I know. They never let you be famous AND happy.” He lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.” “Tell me.” I loved it when he was like this. “I’m going to be the first.” He took my palm and held it to his. “Swear it.” “Why me?” “Because you’re the reason. Swear it.” “I swear it,” I said, lost in the high colour of his cheeks, the flame in his eyes. “I swear it,” he echoed. We sat like that a moment, hands touching. He grinned. “I feel like I could eat the world raw.”
patroclus is a really exceptional character in the whole iliad. at the time the only recognized virtues of heroes were strenght and physical ability while;
1. patroclus’ dominant qualities are goodness kindness n sweetness
2. he was good friends with everyone (XVII, 669-672, XXIII, 252)
3. when he dies, during the fight his body is protected by like, everyone, included menelaus, ajax, meriones, antíloco n all those heartless warriors (XVII)
4. guys can you believe even some gods feel bad for him (XIX, 340-348) this is fucking zeus feeling pity for crying achilles who didnt even eat
5. briseis cries for patroclus too when she remembers how sweet he was: when achilles n his fellows destroyed her city and killed her husband and all her brothers, patroclus never left her alone and promised she was going to marry achilles soon (to not become a slave) (XIX, 287-300) we need to talk more about this
6. evEN his horses !!! cry !! for him because he was such a sweet charioteer (XVII, 426-440, XXIII, 283)
7. after patroclus dies achilles says he prefers the death of his father or his son than the one of his bf(f) (XIX, 321-327) + in the iliad achilles crying on patroclus’ body is compared with a lion crying for his pups (XXVIII, 314-322),,,, ,,well this is not about the goodness of patroclus but still important (actually we can add a lot here)
and did i mention he was homer’s fave??
guys patroclus was one of the very first Cinnamon Rolls™️