I kind of realized I couldn't blow the ball by everybody. In high school I could do that, but now it's not going to work. I need to pitch. '
Nicias, do you think you can erase with good deeds the wrongs you committed against your mother? What good deed will ever reach her? Her soul is a scorching noon time, without a single breath of a breeze, nothing moves, nothing changes, nothing lives there; a great emaciated sun, an immobile sun eternally consumes her.