"In the next land we found were cyclops, giants louts without a law to bless them."
"A Prodigious man slept in this cave alone, and took his flocks to graze afield-remote from all companions, knowing none but savage ways, a brute so huge, he seemed no man at all of those who eat good wheaten bread..."
"Cyclops, try some wine."
"So with our brand we bored that great eye socket while blood ran out around the red-hot bar. Eyelid and lash were seared; the pierced ball hissed broiling, and the roots popped."
"So three sheep could convey each man. I took the wooliest ram, the choicest of the flock, and hung myself under its kinky belly, pulled up tight, with fingers twisted deep in sheepskin ringlets for an iron grip.
"The blind thing is his doubled fury broke a hilltop in his hands and heaved it after us."