He raised his hammer. Eleni watched from the doorway.
He placed a hand on Theodoros’s shoulder. “You were never a mediocre sculptor, my friend. You were a courageous one who had forgotten his courage. Now you remember. And the mean is yours—not as a fence to hide behind, but as a tightrope to dance upon.” etica a nicomaco
“No,” Theodoros said, breathless. “This is the man I might become.” He raised his hammer
At dawn, he stepped back.
“You’ve ruined it!” she cried.