What especially moved him was the corpse of a child of twelve or thirteen. He felt something like envy as he looked at it, recalling such expression as “Those whom the gods love die young.” Both his sister and his half-brother had lost their houses to fire. His sister’s husband, though, was on a suspended sentence for perjury.Too bad we didn’t all die.

Yes — or rather, it’s not so much that I want to die as that I’m tired of living.

It is unfortunate for the gods that, unlike us, they cannot commit suicide.