We Got A Little Rule Back Home:

There Is No Greater Fame For A Man Than That Which He Wins With His Footwork Or The Skill Of His Hands.

It Is Not Right To Glory In The Slain

For Too Much Rest Becomes A Pain.

I Won't Lie To You, Fatherhood Isn't Easy Like Motherhood.

Like A Girl, A Baby Running After Her Mother, Begging To Be Picked Up, And She Tugs On Her Skirts, Holding Her Back As She Tries To Hurry Off—all Tears, Fawning Up At Her, Till She Takes Her In Her Arms… That’s How You Look, Patroclus, Streaming Live Tears.