The Cyclops
Updated: 12/16/2020
The Cyclops

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  • I am Laertes' son
  • Investigate the island
  • Stop this madness! Back to work!
  • We want Lotus!!
  • I am Laertes son, Odysseus. Men hold me formidable for guile in peace and war: this fame has gone abroad to the sky's rim. My home is on the peaked sea-mark of Ithaca under Mount Neion's wind-blown robe of leaves, in sight of other islands Dulichium, Same, wooded Zacynthus Ithaca being most lofty in that coastal sea, and northwest, while the rest lie east and south.
  • We landed thereto take on water. All ships companies mustered alongside for the mid-day meal. Then I sent out two picked men and a runner to learn what race of men that land sustained.
  • We are from Troy, Achaeans
  • They fell in, soon enough, with Lotus Eaters, who showed no will to do us harm, only offering the sweet Lotus to our friends but those who ate this honeyed plant, the Lotus, never cared to report, nor to return: hey longed to stay forever, browsing on that native bloom, forgetful of their home land. I drove them, all three wailing, to the ships , tied them down under their rowing benches, and called the rest:
  • We Cyclopes care not a whistle for your thundering Zeus or all the gods in bliss!!!
  • NO!! PLEASE!!
  • As we rowed on, and nearer to the mainland,at one end of the bay, we saw a cavernyawning above the water, screened with laurel,and many rams and goats about the placeinside a sheepfold made from slabs of stoneearthfast between tall trunks of pine and ruggedtowering oak trees.
  • We served under Agamemnon, son of Atreus the whole world knows what city he laid waste, what armies he destroyed.It was our luck to come here; here we stand, beholden for your help, or any gifts you give as custom is to honor strangers. We would entreat you, great Sir, have a care for the gods courtesy; Zeus will avenge the unoffending guest.
  • You are a ninny,or else you come from the other end of no where, telling me, mind the gods! We have more force by far. Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies to beat their brains out, spattering the floor.
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