Odyssey Comic strip

I am that father whom your boyhood lacked and suffered pain for lack of. I am he.
Now! You think you'll shuffle off and get away after that impudence? Oh, no you don't!!!
Dear father! Tell me what kind of vessel put you here ashore on Ithaca?
Friend, let me ask you first of all: who are you? where are you from? of what nation and parents were you born?
"at that point round up all armor, lances, gear of war left in our hall, and stow the lot away back in the vaulted storeroom."
See how he handles it the sly old buzzard!
A hunter own him-but the man is dead in some far place
I marvel that they leave this hound to here on the dung pile
stool stool stool stool
O my dear lady, this being so, let suffice to ask me of other matters-not my blood, my homeland.
May his fortune grow an inch for every inch he bends it!
A bow lover!
Maybe he has one like it at home
"God! What evil blew in this pest?""Who spares another's food, when he has more than plenty?"

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