“Let brawling waves beat his ship against the shore, and have the mop-haired Thracians take him naked at Salmydessos, and he will suffer a thousand calamities as he chews the bread of slaves. His body will stiffen in freezing surf as he wrestles with slimy seaweed, and his teeth will rattle like a helpless dog, flopped on his belly in the surge, puking out the brine. Let me watch him grovel in mud—for the wrong he did me: as a traitor he trampled on our good faith, he who was once my comrade.”
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Source: Procrasdemon - The Artist's Guide to Liberation from Procrastination