“Patroclus” It was the name my father had given me, hopefully but injudiciously, at my birth, and it tasted of bitterness on my tonge. “Honor of the father,” it meant. I waited for him to make a joke out of it, some witty jape about my disgrace. He did not. perhaps, I thought, he is too stupid to.”

“Patroclus” It was the name my father had given me, hopefully but injudiciously, at my birth, and it tasted of bitterness on my tonge. “Honor of the father,” it meant. I waited for him to make a joke out of it, some witty jape about my disgrace. He did not. perhaps, I thought, he is too stupid to.”

— Madeline Miller