There is something disgusting about pretending your child is older than his actual age. Your toddler isn't a teen or a fucking threenager.

Clytæmnestra and her accomplice, Ægisthus, overawing the simple peasants of Mycenæ in regal pomp […] he in the shining cuirass and diadem, the slim golden armlets, anklets, kneelets, with the sharp bronze sword in its glittering sheath, and the dagger worth a petty chieftain’s ransom by his side […]

Slow-motion replay seems jerky because there really aren't enough frames.

My eyes had adjusted to the faint starlight and I could make out pale glistenings and white glow of bones which had worked their way free of clinging flesh.