"Across the bay from the land of the Cyclopes is a lush, deserted island. Odysseus and his crew land on the island in a dense fog and spend days feasting on wine and wild goats and observing the mainland, where the Cyclopes live" (374).
"We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some cheese to eat; then sat in silence around the embers, waiting" (133-135).
"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. Then he dismembered them like mountain lion-everything: innards, flesh, and marrow bones" (191-197).
"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" (296-299).
"I took the wooliest ram, the choicest of the flock, and hung myself under his kinky belly, pulled up tight, with fingers twisted deep in sheepskin ringlets for an iron grip. So, breathing hard, we waited until morning" (341-346).
"At this he stretched his hands out in his darkness toward the sky of stars, and prayed Poseidon: 'O hear me, lord, blue girdler of the islands, if I am thing indeed, and thou art father: grant that Odysseus, raider of cities, never see his home" (441-446).