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he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands. Then he dismembered them and made his meal. we cried aloud, lifting our hands to zeus, powerless, looking on at this.... and drawing the sharp word from my hip i went along stab him where the midriff holds his liver. but i thought if i kill him we wont get out.
When the young dawn with fingertips of rose lit up the world, the cyclops built a fire and milked his ewes, he caught himself another brace of men to make his breakfast, and whisked away his great slab door.
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