id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
homer-iliad_18-800	homer	homer-iliad_18-800	-800		.txt	text/plain	6073	193	76	Many men were working at the plough within it, turning their oxen to and fro, furrow after furrow. Return to my own land I shall not, and I have brought no saving neither to Patroclus nor to my other comrades of whom so many have been slain by mighty Hector; I stay here by my ships a bootless burden upon the earth, I, who in fight have no peer among the Achaeans, though in council there are better than I. Therefore, perish strife both from among gods and men, and anger, wherein even a righteous man will harden his heart— which rises up in the soul of a man like smoke, and the taste thereof is sweeter than drops of honey.	cache/homer-iliad_18-800.txt	txt/homer-iliad_18-800.txt