id	author	title	date	pages	extension	mime	words	sentence	flesch	summary	cache	txt
homer-iliad_18		homer-iliad_18			.txt	text/plain	6073	193	76	Many men were working at the plough within it, turning their oxen to and fro, furrow after furrow. For now you shall have grief infinite by reason of the death of that son whom you can never welcome home— nay, I will not live nor go about among mankind unless Hector fall by my spear, and thus pay me for having slain Patroclus son of Menoetius.	cache/homer-iliad_18.txt	txt/homer-iliad_18.txt
