No man is an island entire of itself; every man
is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;
if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe
is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as
well as any manner of thy friends or of thine
own were; any man's death diminishes me,
because I am involved in mankind.
And therefore never send to know for whom
the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.
This poem reminds me about the story of Daedalus and Icarus. Daedalus lost his son Icarus and his nephew Perdix, his nephew fell down a tower and his son fell down after trying to fly. Now he is lonely and he is weaker without them. This also reminds me of Orpheus Eurydice. Orpheus was a really good musician, he had a wife named Eurydice. Orpheus used to play for his friends and villagers, but than one day his wife died and he felt weaker until he couldn't play anymore. Everybody got upset that Eurydice died.
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