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...Now came the soul of Anticlea, dead. my mother, daughter of Autolycus, dead now, though living still when I took ship for holy Troy...A fair wind and the honey lights of home are all you seek. But anguish lies ahead...
...I carved a massive cake of beeswax into bits and rolled them in my hands until they softened... I carried wax along the line, and laid it thick on their ears... the two sirens, nothing our fast ship off their point, made ready, and they sang...
...By heaven! when she vomited, all the sea was like a cauldron seething over intense fire... The shot spume soared to the landside heights, and fell like rain...But when she swallowed the sea water down we saw the funnel of the maelstrom...
...knifed the kine and flayed each carcass, cutting thighbones free to wrap in double folds of fat. These offerings, with strips of meat, were laid upon the fire...
...I had caught sight of our black hull, than savory odors of burnt fat eddied around me... 'O Father Zeus and gods in bliss forever, punish Odysseus's men!...they have killed my peaceful kine...
...All that night drifted and in the sunrise, sure enough, I lay of Scylla mountain and Charybdis deep... and I rowed hard with my hands to pass Scylla...Once through the strait, nine days I drifted in the open sea before I made shore...the dangerous nymph Calypso lives and sings there, in her beauty, and she received me, loved me...
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