"my word, how mortals take the gods to task! all their afflictions come from us, we hear..."
Athena used epithet, hyperbole,
" O Majesty, O father of us all, that man is in the dust indeed, and justly. o perish all who do what he had done. But my own heart is broken for Odyessus, the mastermind of war, so long a castaway upon an island in the running sea; a wooded island in the sea's middle...."
My child, what strange remarks you let ecsape you. Could I forget that kindly man, Odyessus? There is no mortal half so wise; no mortal gave so much to the lords of the open sky. Only the god who laps the land in water, Poseidon, bears a fighter an old grudge since he poked out Polyphemus....(Zeus talking) let us take of this matter of his return, then he may sail. Poesidon must relent for being quarrelsome will get him nowhere, one god, flouting the will of all the gods."