“Goddess, if I have offended you . . .” begins Achilles, raising his eyes but keeping his head bowed. “SILENCE !!” I bellow. “CAN AN ANT CRAWLING IN THE DIRT OFFEND A MAN ? CAN THE LOWEST AND UGLIEST FISH IN THE SEA OFFEND THE SAILOR WHOSE THOUGHTS ARE ON OTHER THINGS ?” “An ant ?” repeats Achilles, his handsome, sculpted face showing a rebuked child’s confusion. “YOU’RE ALL LESS THAN ANTS TO THE GODS,”I roar, taking a step closer so that Athena’s radiance flickers over them like (...)