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And now a new struggle awaits me, ah, me!—a match with  Ajax, hard to cure, sharing his tent with a madness of divine origin. It is he whom mighty in bold war you dispatched from you once far in the past. But now he is changed; he grazes his thoughts in isolated places  and has been found a heavy sorrow for his friends. His hands' former achievements, deeds of prowess supreme,  have fallen without friends, without friends, before the unfriendly, miserable Atreidae.
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