"Calypso knows where to find Odysseus. Everyday for the last seven years he's sat on the same rock gazing out to sea, weeping for home and Penelope."
"So, my fellow gods have taken pity on Odysseus. If Zeus wills it, then he's headed home. But not before I give him a voyage to remember."
"Odysseus is thrown overboard and buried under a wall of water. When he emerges gasping and sputtering, he somehow manages to clamber back aboard."
"I am Odysseus of Ithaca. And here is my tale since setting out from Troy;"
Penelope now appears before the suitors in her glittering veil. "Whoever strings this bow," she says, "and sends an arrow straight through the sockets of twelve ax heads lined in a row--that man will I marry."
Penelope rushes into his arms. The joy they share is like that of a drowning man who feels solid ground beneath his feet once more.