Julius Caesar
He says, "Et tu, Brute?"
Who is Caesar?
It means word or speech
What is log?
This man mostly commonly known as onion is quite silent.
Who is Ogion?
He is played by Robert Pattinson in the movie and is the main suiter.
Who is Antinoos?
Sometimes I have a lot of pablums.
What are worthless ideas?
Caesar is as constant as this.
What is the northern star?
It means to turn
What is vert?
These are the most powerful thing in magic.
What are true names?
This man got a little tipsy and fell off a roof.
Who is Elpenor?
This means to be hated by many people
What is reviled?
She killed herself with these. It was a grievous death (ooh good vocab word)
What is burning coals?
It means light.
What is lus/lum?
This demon is who Ged was summoning.
Who is Elfarran?
Their jams eat up so that they can eat you.
Who are the sirens?
This term means to talk down to someone.
What is patronize?
This fancy word means the loss of self-awareness that often happens in a mob. (the really long word I don't dare to pronounce)
What is deindividuation?
Just like Covid 19 it went everywhere
What is pan?
This word I don't dare to pronounce is the person is a master at giving names.
Who is Kurremkarmerruk?
Odysseus's crew at fruit from these mythical creatures that made them forget their voyage.
Who are the lotos eaters?
This term means to give in
What is capitulate?
This person says, "Do not go forth today. Call it my fear that keeps you in the house, and not your own."
Who is Calpurnia?
Oh watch out there is someone behind you is when you use this root.
What is mon?
These are the 4 names of the main character.
Who are Duny, ged, sparrowhawk, and the shadow?
The 6 headed beast.
Who is Skylla?
What is the name of this poem, the old woman across the way
is whipping the boy again
and shouting to the neighborhood
her goodness and his wrongs.
Wildly he crashes through elephant ears,
pleads in dusty zinnias,
while she in spite of crippling fat
pursues and corners him.
She strikes and strikes the shrilly circling
boy till the stick breaks
in her hand. His tears are rainy weather
to woundlike memories:
My head gripped in bony vise
of knees, the writhing struggle
to wrench free, the blows, the fear
worse than blows that hateful
Words could bring, the face that I
no longer knew or loved . . .
Well, it is over now, it is over,
and the boy sobs in his room,
And the woman leans muttering against
a tree, exhausted, purged—
avenged in part for lifelong hidings
she has had to bear.