August 9th 2011 Tim Candler
When I was young and agile, a
condition that deserted me at ten or twelve years old, I wanted Hector
to win. The Greeks I thought supercilious and Achilles himself
more like a school prefect than anything noble. But for some reason I
did not like the name Hector, which seemed to belong to someone with a
large head and flat feet. So I gave him my own name and I too was
dragged by my heels..
But the true nature of angst
for me, followed emotional involvement in the Second Punic Wars. I
wanted Hannibal to win, and all the way to that moment when Roman Legions
ploughed salt into Carthaginian fields, I thought Carthage would win.
Ever since I have had an allergy to the word "Greatest." And now I seem to
hear it almost everyday.