#back to back to back homers

[dinosaurwithablog]

3 back to back to back lead off homers on the first pitch has only been done 10 times in all of major league baseball, but it's never been done with 3 lead off pitches in the history of major league baseball. Way to make history!!! My boys are 🔥 🔥 🔥 This is the second game in a row that the Yankees have made baseball history!!!

Let's go Yankees!!!!! ⚾️

[illusioncanthurtme--art]

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

Homer!Odysseus and Epic!Odysseus would try to kill each other if they ever met

[official-english-major]

Truly no other fictional couple can match each other's freak like Odysseus and Penelope, because a normal couple reuniting after years apart would be hugging and crying, meanwhile odysseus is spying on her in disguise and she's gaslighting him to see if he knows about their marriage secrets

Like for a while there they were literally just both eyeballing each other distrustfully like:

[that-faerie-in-the-corner]

you know what I find fascinating about how Helen is talked about in the works in the epic cycle?

everyone has argued to death over whether she was kidnapped, went willingly, was influenced/controlled/threatened by Aphrodite, whatever, but the thing is the actual TEXTS can't seem to make up their minds on Helen. everyone will be cursing Helen's name as an unfaithful wife and destroyer of men in Agamemnon but then Paris will be called a "robber-rapist" which would obviously heavily imply that he stole and assaulted her (plus the part where Clytemnestra basically says "shut the fuck up about Helen she didn't force you to do all that", although how much we're supposed to agree with her is debatable). In Iphigenia In Aulis we're going to war to get REVENGE on the Trojans AND HELEN but then Agamemnon will accuse Menelaus of "lust(ing) only to hold a lovely woman in (his) arms", calls him crazy for wanting her back, and then when Menelaus changes his mind about killing Iphigenia to get the winds back he says "Could I not obtain A perfect marriage elsewhere, if I longed for Marrying? But a brother whom I should Most cherish, I was about to forfeit To gain a Helen, so bartering excellence For evil" which is still pretty spiteful towards Helen but also really fucking weird to say if he only wanted her back to kill or otherwise punish her. Then, in the same play, the Greeks are described as wanting to sail to Troy so "That they may halt the plunder of marriage beds And the rape and seizure of Greek women" which would also imply Helen was, in fact, raped and seized, otherwise why would it be phrased like that and not like, "seduced" or "whisked away" or whatever? In Orestes Elektra and Orestes interpret Helen's actions in the worst possible light while when Helen actually speaks she seems generally sympathetic towards them, distraught and grieving over the whole situation, and claims that she went because Aphrodite made her mad, which could absolutely be a lie, but the thing is we just don't know who's the unreliable narrator here Is this a translation thing? Indicative of a really weird idea of what rape is? Is this an intentional writing choice? This got me to thinking and then I realized that if Menelaus was away when Helen left then he almost certainly doesn't actually know what happened. He didn't see or hear what happened, he doesn't get a chance to talk to Helen and have her explain until after the war, and obviously none of the other Greeks would know for sure either, right? And I just think it is kind of a missed opportunity that adaptations don't really do anything with this kind of unspoken conflict at all. Paris the Musical kind of does (Menelaus believes Helen was abducted when she ended up begrudgingly going with Paris trying to help him to escape) but like, why do all the greek men have one idea of Helen in adaptations? Why don't they argue about it? Why don't they question Menelaus about his motivations more? What if (especially if Aphrodite fucked with her head, as I am one to believe) Helen doesn't even trust herself on her own intentions? What if Menelaus tears himself up debating this with himself every night? Like, could I trust that she wouldn't do this to me and our daughter? Is it better that my wife doesn't love me anymore and is safe with her new lover, or that she does but is trapped against her will having who knows what done to her? Do I know my wife anymore? Did I ever know her in the first place? What if he lays eyes on Helen, his Helen, for the first time in ten years and his sword slips from his grasp as he realizes that yes, of course he knows her, how could he have ever doubted? Or maybe he still doesn't know if he knows her, but maybe he doesn't need to, because he knows that she is tired and scared, and he still loves her, and he just wants to take her back to their home? What then? Hm?

[noxemma]

Parts 1&2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 |

--- Whew! I finished this part (finally 😅) Sorry it took so long. In addition to life stuff, I wasn't sure if I actually liked where it was going, but I've come to the (annoying) conclusion that I will never post again if I keep trying to beat it into submission lol. That being said, I know some of it is far-fetched/wonky but let's all collectively ignore that please 🫠 ---

Dean knows something is wrong when he hears the soft thump of the phone slipping out of Cas’ hands.

“Fuck, what is it?” He asks as he scrambled over the comforter so he can see Cas’ face.

“Jack,” Cas gasps, his eyes are wild and unfocused. “Jack said he’d see me soon.”

Dean pulls his phone out to call Sam, but the screen stays dark.

“Son of a bitch! Cas, hey. I forgot to charge my phone,” Dean spits out, fumbling for Cas’ cord and cursing himself again for choosing to leave his bag in the car.

“Hey while that charges, why don’t I try calling Sam off your phone? Hmm? Or do you want to try Jack?”

Cas just blinks at him, emotion leeched from his face in a way that scares Dean more than if he'd started having another panic attack.

He slides to the ground to scoop up Cas' phone, settling on his knees in front of Cas and holding it out for him. An odd combination of an offering and a proposal. "Passcode," Dean prompts when Cas doesn't take it. After several seconds he gives up and manually presses the shell-shocked man's finger to the sensor.

He opens the contacts and thumbs over to favorites, correctly assuming it will be the fastest way to get Jack's number.

Dean pauses for just a second to hit the contact as he sees his name listed there along with Jack and Gabriel's.

Not now, Dean. Focus on Jack. Cas needs you right now.

The phone rings and rings and goes to voicemail. Dean punches in Sam's number and hits call, but Sam doesn't pick up either.

"Fuck." Dean grabs for his phone, thankful that it's powered back on. He opens it and guilt slams him as missed messages from Sam pop up. He hits the first voicemail.

"Hey, Dean. Just checking in. I took Jack to that stupid diner you like and you'll never guess what he ordered. Yup, double bacon cheeseburger with the works, hold the onion, and a side of fries with vinegar and pie for dessert. I guess what I'm asking is are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me," Sam chuckles before continuing, "Anyway, we're headed to the library and ... dang it! I think I got something stuck to my shoe. I'm gonna check and call you back."

"Dammit!" Dean growls as he punches the next voicemail. "Hey Dean, sorry about that. Definitely stepped in something sticky. There's not much litter around here so it's weird that happened. What can I say though, it's a pretty funky town. We're ditching the library. Call me when you get this."

Dean hits the last message. "I don't care who you say you're working for, I'm not letting you take Jack anywhere. His father entrusted him to me for the weekend, so you want him, you're taking me t-"

Before Dean can properly panic at Sam's use of their old codewords, The Candy Man begins playing from Cas' phone.

Dean answers it when Cas makes no move to. "Gabe, it's Dean. Listen we just got a bunch of really weird messages from Jack and my brother. I think something-" "I know, Dean. That's why I was trying to get a hold of Cas. Is he there or-"

"He's here, but, uh, he's not doing so hot," Dean answers, "Wait, here, let me put you on speaker phone." Dean smacks the button with too much force and Gabe's voice rings out, scattering the silence like shadows from light.

"Cas, our parents apparently decided they needed to meet Jack and, I quote, assess his well-being, after brunch. I'm at the airport now, since I couldn't get a hold of you. I think I can convince their cronies to let me bring them to the hotel but-" "Bring them?" Cas asks slowly, as if he's having a hard time processing.

"Uh, yeah, them. Apparently, your brother, Dean, refused to leave Jack. Oh, wait, here they are. Give me a minute." Gabe goes silent and Dean guesses that he put them on mute while he negotiated with whoever he needed to. "Damn! That's got to hurt," Gabe says, though his voice is a bit muffled like he wasn't speaking to them but to someone else.

"Gabe, you have exactly three seconds to tell us what's going on!" Dean practically roars, the few minutes he and Cas had been sitting in absolute silence feeling eternally long and Gabe's chipper voice grating on Dean's already fried nerves. "Cool your jets, Dean-o, I was just admiring," Gabriel pauses and Dean can hear a murmur. "Sam's handiwork. Looks like he gave one of the guys quite the shiner." "Sam? Gabe let me-" "I'm here, Dean, and Jack's with me, Cas. We're okay," Sam cuts him off, reassuring and stopping Dean's spiral of worry before it can really get going. "What the fuck happened? Why are you coming here?" "A lawyer and some goons showed up while we were headed to the library. Threatened, and this is actually kind of funny now, to press charges for kidnapping if we didn't board a private jet and come to Las Vegas. Threatened to submit a petition for emergency custody if we didn't agree," Sam explains, voice a little more hushed as if he didn't want someone else, probably Jack, hearing.

"And the guy with the black eye?" Dean hears Gabriel ask, mischief in his voice. "Oh, uh," Sam sounds embarrassed now, "Whenever they cornered us, they tried to pull me away from Jack and, well, those self-defense defense classes you made us take kicked in, Dean, and I just kind of clocked the guy. I don't know who was more surprised that I actually landed a hit." Dean can hear Gabe laughing hysterically in the background. "He was like a superhero! And the plane ride was really cool, except they took my phone," Jack pipes up, clearly having gotten a hold of Gabe's phone. "It was really weird, and they were kind of mean, but I'm glad Sam was there. Am I really going to meet Grandma and Grandpa, Dad?" Cas doesn't answer, just stares at the phone between them. Dean nudges him with his elbow when the silence goes on a bit too long. Cas looks up at him but still doesn't speak. Dean's heart fractures a little at the pain and horror and failure that are so evident in his face, in the way his mouth hangs open, the way his eyes are wide, the way moisture pools and strains to free itself from the crease of his eyelid. "Better Sam was with you than me. I hate flying and I probably would have been clawing the seat to shreds," Dean fills the silence as he transfers the phone to his other hand and sits on the bed next to Cas, bringing him into a side hug of sorts, rubbing his free hand on his back. He hits mute for a moment. "Hey, he's okay. He's safe with Gabe and Sam. But he's probably more freaked out than he's letting on right now and he needs you to tell him that everything is okay, even if it isn't, even if you feel like nothing is ever going to be okay again. Just talk to him." His short speech is half pep talk and half plea. He knows what this scenario feels like from both sides, knows how many times he'd told the same lie to Sam when he'd been a kid. He knows how many times he'd wished their own father had lied to him instead of putting the burden of the truth on shoulders that hadn't been big enough yet to carry it.

Cas' trembling hand hits the button to turn mute off. "I suppose you are going to meet them, though I would have preferred a different way." Cas says, the first few words robotic and forced before they smooth. "I'm glad Sam was there too. I suppose I now owe you a favor, Sam." "I wouldn't say no to a cushy room in a Vegas hotel," Sam jokes, but Dean goes rigid.

Sam doesn't know that Gabe is the one footing the bill. "Sam! I thought I raised you better than that. I'm sure Cas meant like, an extension on a paper or something," Dean barks, suddenly and selfishly wishing that Cas was still a little out of it and not looking at him so intensely. Like a coward, Dean closes his eyes to escape the look. "Sam, I-" Dean hears Cas start before Gabe interrupts him. "Already done. I just booked a room one floor below you," Gabe announces happily. "How?" Is all Dean can manage to get out. "Oh, I have a backup phone for work. It really is a must, especially after one accidentally drops one into a vat of boiling water," Gabe sighs. Sam must say something that Dean can't pick up because the next thing he hears is Gabe howling with laughter before wheezing, "No! Although, perhaps in another life I'd be a great bond villain. I own Trickster Treats. One might say I was a little too obsessed with a certain set of fake wizard twins and was very disappointed when I found out their candies were as fictional as they were. So, when close-up magic proved not to be lucrative, I took it upon myself to make my own."

"Trickster Treats!" Sam screeches so loudly that Dean nearly drops the phone. "Dean almost killed me after I tricked him into eating a ghoul gusher right before parent-teacher conferences. His teeth were green for a full day, no matter how many times he brushed his teeth." "Why did you want to turn Mr. Dean's teeth green?" Jack asks with honest curiosity. "He'd been flirting with my teacher at the last one and I really didn't like her," Sam explains and Dean can't hold back his groan. He'd never told Sam that he'd only been flirting with her to get her to stop sending updates and information to John, who by that point wasn't even Sam's legal guardian anymore. "But you like my dad, so you won't turn Mr. Dean's teeth green this time, right?" Dean groans again, feeling his cheeks heat and knowing that they were turning red. "Okay! Well, Gabe, we'll let you go. My phone was dead earlier, but it's charged now so call or text either of us when you get here. Cas, you got anything to add?" Dean finally looks back at Cas, wincing to find him still staring at him, gaze still penetrating and searing. "Jack, I'll meet you in the lobby. Stay close to Sam and Gabe. I'm really glad you're okay. I was, I got very worried when I read your message," Cas admits. "Pinky promise, Dad. See you soon!" Jack chirps happily before his voice gets faint again, "Uncle Gabe, do you have any of those candies from before? The ones with the fluffy stuff in them?" "The nougat ones? Hmmm. Let me see, no none in my pockets, let me check- Oh! You silly boy, there was one in your ear this whole time!" Jack's pleased giggle rings across the speaker along with a car door slamming and Gabe's voice comes back louder and more serious than before. "Cas, I, I'm not sure what are parents are planning, but you and I both know that it will be nothing good. And they are going to be furious that I intercepted Jack and Sam, so don't be surprised if-" Gabe doesn't even get the chance to finish as several thunderous knocks sound from the hotel door. Dean feels Cas' spine go rigid beneath his palm and he grits his teeth in anger at the type of parents Chuck and Naomi must have been to illicit this knee-jerk reaction out of Cas. "Gabe, we have to go. Have Sam text me 'Jim Rockford' whenever you guys get here, he'll know what it means," Dean rushed before ending the call. He stands to open the door, just knowing that the longer they keep the Shurley's waiting, the worse it will go for Cas.

Cas' hand darting out to wrap desperately around his yanks him to a stop. "Please..." Cas whimpers, eyes even larger than they were before, moisture finally breaking through the dam to trickle down his cheeks. "Cas, hey. I'm gonna be right here, alright. I'm not gonna leave you. I promised, remember?" Dean murmurs softly, kneeling before Cas, cupping his face in his hands, and wiping the tears from his cheeks with his thumbs. "I'm going to go let them in, why don't you mess up the bed a little more, hmm. Really get them thinking about what we might have been doing for the last couple hours, huh?" Cas lets out a watery laugh and nods. Dean can't help himself, doesn't want to, needing the fortification as much as giving it. He leans forward and presses a light kiss to Cas' lips, just barely tasting the salt that has pooled in the corner of his mouth before pulling away.

The walk to the door feels like marching himself to the gallows, impossibly long and yet startlingly short. He pauses to muss up his hair, whip the belt from his pants, unbutton them, and turn his shirt inside out and backwards. The costume is less about keeping up the relationship ruse and more about throwing off the couple, he confirms through the peephole, that are standing on the other side of the door. He tries not to think too deeply about how he'd learned the art of psychological warfare from John, allows himself one last deep breath before he flips the deadlock and opens the door. "Oh, hey, you're not room service. Although I probably should have guessed. I don't think room service would be rude enough to bang on the door like that," Dean offers, casual smirk pasted on his face and his eyes lidded. "Sorry, to keep you waiting, I, uh, had to get presentable." It's worth it to see Naomi's face pinch, looking for all the world like she'd just been waterboarded with lemon juice. Chuck, annoyingly, stays stoic and it grates at Dean. "Hey, Cas. Your parents are here to ..." Dean shouts backward into the room before he purposely trails off and turns a questioning gaze at the people he's holding at bay on the threshold of the room. "Talk," Chuck growls. "Talk. You decent?" Dean smirks as he calls back.

"I am. You can let them in," Cas calls back, pride and warmth blooming in Dean's chest as Cas' voice rings out strong and clear. Dean steps away from the door, subtly kicking his discarded belt behind him as the couple barge past rudely when they're finally allowed admittance. Dean's pride only grows when he follows and sees Cas making a show of straightening the comforter, his own hair mussed and undershirt untucked and wrinkled. The warm feeling turns molten when Cas' gaze slips over his parents to seek Dean out first, a soft smile easing some tightness in his eyes when he observes Dean's wardrobe alteration. Dean pushes past the gaping man and woman to join Cas by the bed, tucking an arm around him as they sit together on the end of it, leaving Chuck and Naomi to stand or pull up their own seats. "So, what did ya wanna talk about? I somehow doubt it's going to be an apology for this morning. Afternoon?" Dean says, bravado not so false when Cas' hand lands warm on his thigh.

"We have a ... proposition, for the two of you," Naomi says disdainfully as she pulls the desk chair over, while Chuck elects to stand. Cas doesn't rush to say anything so neither does Dean, content to play it cool and make them sweat. "Right, well. Abagail is having second thoughts about the wedding after this morning," Chuck admits, glaring at Dean with such heat that Dean is sure the man would smite him if he could. "But we already have the wedding planned and prepared for and-" "And Gabriel was right, you need the publicity from this wedding. Now more than ever if the merger with Roman Enterprises isn't going through," Cas finishes, a venom to his words that makes Dean wonder if this isn't the first time they've tried to use him to further their business. "In short, yes. And, it would be a terrible shame to waste the opportunity." "Get to the point," Dean says coldly, tired of the runabout and trying to get them gone before Gabe gets back. "We want you to take Michael's place," Naomi starts, matching Dean's iciness. "You and Dean, of course," Chuck interjects, apparently reading something on Cas' face that Dean can't see. "And why the hell would Cas and I do that for you, especially after you basically kidnapped my brother and Jack?" Dean blurts angrily, barely resisting pumping his fist in victory when Naomi flinches the tiniest bit. "Yes, well, I admit that could have been handled with more ... decorum and, that part was arranged before Michael's wedding began falling apart." "Yeah, well, sorry doesn't sweeten the pot, so, why should we do something that only seems to benefit you?" Dean volleys. "Marrying our son wouldn't benefit you?" Naomi snaps back. "Marrying me here, this weekend, without the majority of his family or friends in attendance, only a few days after he proposed, probably doesn't hold the appeal you imagine it to," Cas says calmly, squeezing Dean's leg. Dean looks to him and Cas returns his gaze with a small, apologetic smile as if to say don't worry, I won't let them force this burden on you. I've survived facing them alone before and I will do it again after this whole farce is over. Dean's chest tightens. It's crazy, but he doesn't want Cas to have to face this alone, can't turn a blind eye to Cas' struggle now that he knows the man. I can't just walk away. I care about him too much. "Well, there must be some sort of agreement we can come to. We'll-" Naomi appears to flounder, staring up at her husband.

"We'll give you the contents of your trust fund in full. No stipulations." "You think money is going to win Cas over? Jeez, it really is sad how little you know your own son. And, while I'm sure it would be nice for Cas not to have to worry about money, that doesn't really do anything to convince me. So, you wanna make this happen, you sign over any custodial right to Jack. You show me a notarized and binding legal document agreeing to that, I'll carry Cas down the aisle myself, smile for pictures, eat with the right spoon, whatever you want." "Dean!" Cas exclaims, gripping him so tightly that Dean can't help but break his death stare at Naomi to look at him. "I can't possibly ask you to do that for me." Cas states each word and Dean reads the meaning behind them, but he just shrugs and smiles back at Cas. "Look, I know it's sooner than we were thinking, but, well. Your whole family is here, Sam is here, Jack is here. We have matching suits. We can always have another ceremony later with the rest of the people we care about. Besides, it's worth it if you, if we, don't have to worry about Jack being taken away," Dean whispers earnestly, placing his hand on Cas' and squeezing, hoping the man remembers the last time they'd done this in Baby, "Like I said, you've got me and I'll help you in any way I can."

Cas blinks at him, confusion and hope and disbelief warring for dominance on his face. It is almost physically painful to tear his gaze away, but Dean manages it. He feels his phone vibrate and he sees Sam's text. Dean pins the other whispering pair in the room with his gaze, waiting until they feel the heat of it and turn to him. "Right, well. I'm sure you two need to discuss, try to counter-offer or something. We need dinner, since room service apparently forgot about us. So, let us know by, shall we say, eight? Yeah, eight. What decision you come to," Dean says, standing and crowding Chuck and Naomi until they have no choice but to retreat from the room, hushed bickering audible even before Dean closes the door behind them.

He locks the door after them, switching both the regular one and the deadbolt, before making his way back to Cas. "Dean. I understand that you want to help, and I'm honored, truly, but I can't let you force yourself to marry me," Cas croaks, voice thick with emotion and eyes frantically searching his. "You say that like it's a death sentence, Cas," Dean teases, chuckle falling flat when Cas doesn't waver. "Look, you're kind and handsome and funny and smart and, well, I could think of about a hundred people it would be worse to marry. Besides, it's a Vegas wedding. If you really can't stand the thought of being married to me, we can always get divorced or get an annulment." The words taste bitter as he says them, but he knows he has to, knows he has to mean them too. "Dean, it's not that-" Cas says, pain lacing every syllable.

"Great, so, let's do it then. You'll get custody of Jack, I'll feel like I did something good with my life for once. It's a win-win." "Dean, we don't even know if they'll agree to that," Cas breathes. It's not a no, Dean thinks, heart pounding hopefully. "They will. I saw the looks in their eyes, they're desperate. So, when they agree, will you do it? Will you marry me, Cas?"

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[kexytimes]

I forgot how much I enjoyed drawing Andromache and so I've just kinda been sketching her and Hector for most of the day lol

[thhouseofblack]

"I miss my wife (odysseus)" - Menelaus in The Odyssey

[mytho-maniac-108]

Greek army: *breathes*

Nestor: Back in my day-

[mateo-diaz]

nedbrower Night nurse with @zhomerbrand. Thanks @sbaidwan for the snap. #thepitt.

[dinosaurwithablog]

Back to back to back homers!! First time in Yankees history that players have hit lead off home runs with the first pitch!!

Bellinger... home run

Goldschmit... home run

Judge... not to be outdone, hits a home run into the cheap seats!! Look at the big goofy grin 😁 I have the same look in my face!!

Needless to say, Nestor Cortés does not look happy

Poor Nestor...

LET'S GO YANKEES!!!!!

[idrawfunkythings]

deidamia as neo's mother will always be real to me but iphigenia as his mother sends me INSANE because imagine being agamemnon and odysseus returns with a boy who looks exactly like the daughter he murdered. and he is as skilled and bloodthirsty as his father, maybe more so, but when he wipes the gore off his face and he smiles he lights up the world because he has his mother's smile and her eyes and something something you'll never get away from the sound of a woman that loves you. iphigenia died so they could sail to troy and she gave her son to end it.

[letsplaythermalnuclearwar]

tbh I think Calypso views herself as Odysseus's rest and reward. like, she's the comfort in a hurt/comfort fic. she's the therapy saga. and honestly, a lot of her actions make sense when you look at it like that.

Odysseus is traumatised and scared and hurting. and she understands that. she's so understanding that she doesn't take it personally when he yells or screams or begs -- trauma makes it hard to regulate emotions, after all. he'll calm down in a little bit.

she's so understanding that she's not even hurt when he rejects her advances. he's been alone for so long that he's scared of intimacy now. but she doesn't let that discourage her. he'll get used to the idea eventually.

she's so understanding that she doesn't give up on him, even when he talks and talks and talks about his wife and son. obviously he wants to go back to them, but what he wants isn't what's good for him. that's fine, he doesn't need to know what's good for him yet. that's what she's for.

she's so understanding that she doesn't even let it upset her too much when Ody stands too close to the edge and stares out at sea below like its calling to him. it's okay. she can catch him if he falls.

sure, they're relationship isn't what she's dreamed about for centuries -- real relationships never are that perfect. her Ody has a lot of healing to do. and she'll make sure she's with him through it all.

[vor-leser]

heyy uhh my friend got me really into epic the musical so blame her for me drawing greek mythology fanart

ANYWAYSS look at my odysseus design >:33

also started reading the actual book and he cries so much,,, someone give this man a therapist PLEASE

[toxictoad]

What if Odysseus died instead of Achilles. Wouldn't that be fucked up

Like Patroclus dies, and then he kills Hector, and then his dad dies. He now has three corpses in his tent. And Priam comes to beg for Hector's corpse and tells him to think of his father. But his father is right there. He's dead. Your son killed my father.

[likethexan]

The language of this passage tickles me in a good way. Helen going “The wife of Zeus destroyed me” (self pity/sorrow, stark awareness, distancing Menelaus from the destruction) to Menelaus going “what evil did she make for us” (bewilderment, referring to them as a unit, the “evil” Hera made is shared between them)

In a simple way, Menelaus remind Helen she is not alone in her grief, in her suffering, as they are married and share the same sorrow, as this passage points out: Where there are two, one cannot be wretched and one not.

;)