¨The rest of you loyal friends stay here, while I and my crew take ship and try to find out who these men are, whether they are cruel, savage and lawless, or good to strangers, and in their hearts fear the gods.¨ pg. 30
¨Strangers, who are you? Where do you sail from over the sea-roads? Are you on business, or do you roam at random, like pirates who chance their lives to bring evil to others?¨ pg. 31
¨The Cyclops´ huge club, a trunk of green olive wood he had cut to take with him as soon as it was seasoned, lay next to a sheep pen. Approaching it, I cut off a six foot length, gave it to my men and told them to smooth the wood. Then standing by it I sherpened the end to a point, and hardened the point in the blazing fire, after which I hid it carefully in one of the heaps of dung that lay around the cave. I ordered the men to cast lots as to which of them should dare to help me raise the stake and twist it into the Cyclops´ eye when sweet sleep took him.¨ Pg. 32.
¨In his drunken slumber he vomited wine and peices of human flesh. Then I thrust the stake into the depth of the ashes to heat it, and inspired my men with encouraging words, so none would hang back from fear. When the olivewood stake was glowing hot, and ready to catch fire depsite its greenness, I drew it from the coals, then my men stood around me, and a god breathed courage into us. They held the sharpened olivewood stake, and thrust it into his eye. We took the red-hot stake and twisted it round and round, and the blood poured out despite the heat. His lids and brows were scorched by flame from the burning eyeball, and its roots crackled with fire.¨ Pg. 33.
¨My fine ram, why leave the cave like this last of the flock? You have never lagged behind before, always first to step out proudly and graze on the tender grass shoots, always first to reach the flowing river, and always first to show your wish to return at evening to the fold. Today you are last of all. You must surely be grieving over your master´s eye, blinded by an evil man and his wicked frieneds when my wits were fuddled with wine.¨ Pg. 34.
¨As soon as rosy-fingered dawn appeared, the males rushed out to graze while the un-milked females udders busting bleated in the pens. Their master tormented by agonies of pain, felt the backs of the sheep as they past him, but foolishly failed to see my men tied under the rams´ bellies. My ram went last burdened, by the weight of his fleece, and me and my teeming thoughts.¨ Pg. 34.
¨It seems he was not such a weakling, then cyclops, that man whose friends you meant to tear apart and eat in your echoing cave. Stubborn brute, not shrinking from murdering your guests in your own house, your evil deed were for sure bound to fall on your own head. Zeus and the other gods have had their revenge on you.¨ Pg. 34.