my head held high, my heart not wrecked, my body not broken?
…
My friend Enkidu, whom I loved, has turned to clay. Am I not like him?
— Gilgamesh
my head held high, my heart not wrecked, my body not broken?
…
My friend Enkidu, whom I loved, has turned to clay. Am I not like him?
— Gilgamesh
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