:59:08
But the truth is never simple,
:59:12
and yet it is,
:59:14
The truth is, we did kill him,
:59:21
By silence we consented,
:59:24
because, because we couldn't go on,
:59:29
What, by Aries, did we had to look forward to,
:59:32
..but to be discarded in the end, like Cleitus?
:59:34
After all this time, to give away our wealth
to Asian sycophants we despised?
:59:39
Mixing the races? Harmony? Bah!
:59:43
Oh, he talked of these things,
:59:46
But wasn't it really about Alexander?
..another population ready to obey him?
:59:53
I never believed in his dream. None of us did.
:59:59
That's the truth of his life,
1:00:02
The dreamers exhaust us.
1:00:05
They must die before they kill us with their blasted dreams.
1:00:11
Ah, just throw all that away, Cadmos.
1:00:13
It's an old fool's rubbish.
1:00:18
You shall write,
1:00:19
"He died of fever and a weakend condition."
1:00:24
Yes, Great Pharoah.
1:00:25
Oh, he could have stayed home in
Macedonia, married, raised a family,
1:00:30
He'd have died a celebrated man,
1:00:35
But this was not Alexander.
1:00:38
All his life, he fought to free himself from fear,
1:00:44
And by this, and this alone he was made free,
1:00:52
The freest man I have ever known.
1:00:57
His tragedy was one of increasing loneliness and