Lost and Found
“… I forbade you from coming down here, and you deliberately disobeyed me! You’ve–”
“Stop yelling at him already. You’ve been at it since we found him.”
“And you–if you’d stop spoiling him, perhaps he’d learn some discipline!”
“Well, someone has to spoil him! If it’s not field training, it’s interstate relations. If it’s not strategic warfare, it’s Aristotle and Confucius. Hunting, mathematics, religion, agriculture, commerce, even playing the aulos! He’s still a boy.”
“He’s no ordinary boy. The world isn’t going to wait for him to grow up. You should know that more than anybody.”
“You son of a bitch. You don’t know any–”
“Stop it! Please, I’m sorry. I should have listened to you, and I’m sorry.”
…
“If the tides didn’t subside when they did, the currents would have taken you past the Southern border… We would have lost you.”
“I’m sorry.”
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“The wars took away our childhood, but that doesn’t mean we have to take away his.”
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August 6th, 2008
4:52 pm
Filed under 'Art, Art Gallery, Sketchblog'
