It was the twilight of life. The warrior who had written great tragedies lay on his bed dying slowly in the wake of a dramatic and sorrowful event. One servant whispered to another that it was just too tragic. It was strange to hear the servant use that word as an adjective. The warrior mused on his plight and how his life was thought to reflect tragedies he had written, which were thought to reflect real life. What did real life before tragedies reflect?