Sagittarius
Shakespeare's bitter play [Troilus and Cressida] is therefore a dramatization of a part of a translation into English of the French translation of a Latin imitation of an old French expansion of a Latin epitome of a Greek romance. (p. 55)
Gilbert Highet
The version of yourself that you outgrew did not disappear when you moved past it. It sits in the room like an old coat that no longer fits but still holds the shape of winters you survived in it. You can see now how that earlier self made sense of the world with tools that were exactly right for the problems you had then, and exactly wrong for the ones you have now. The gap between who you were and who you are is not a failure of the first self but proof that you kept the parts worth keeping and grew around the rest.