"How could you journey to the western gloom swifter afoot than I in the black lugger?"(Homer 972).
Odysseus, you must remember me back on Aeaea Island, and give me a proper burial.
I'm sorry mother, I must go on.
How could you leave me there?
You have to go back and give me a proper burial. The Gods are becoming upset.
Odysseus, I know that you want to go home, but anguish lies ahead because the Gods have been upsetted.
You must not touch the sacred cattlle or your life will be miserable with all of your crewmates dead. If you don't touch the cattle, all will work out fine.
