[…] In the town / The aweless Trojans armed themselves the while / War-eager, praying to the Gods to grant / Respite from slaughter, breathing-space from toil.

His helping the old woman with her shopping was deemed highly altruistic by everyone, especially since her home was a mile away.

You take the blue pill, the story ends, you wake up in your bed and believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in Wonderland, and I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

He still feeds fools on flap-doodle, and many of them have large and flourishing families, who will perpetuate the breed to the remotest generation.