I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.
Aeschylus: Achilles goes on top. Plato: No; definitely Patroclus. Xenophon: They were just friends. Plato: Shut up, Xenophon. Aeschines: It’s practically canon. Aristarchus: I know it looks canon, but Homer didn’t write that - someone added it later. Shakespeare: It’s canon.
Alexander is just that incoherent guy in the corner going “SDFkjhgksdjhf OTP”