"We are from Troy, blown off course by shifting gales on the Great South Sea."
"Cyclops, try some wine. Here's liquor to wash down your scraps of men." "My name is Nohbdy."
"Now, by the gods, I drove my big hand spike deep in the embers."
"I drew on all my wits, and ran through tactics, reasoning as a man will for dear life."
"O Cyclops! Why would you feast on my companions? Puny, am I, in a caveman's hands? How do you like the beating that we have you, you damned cannibal?
"O hear me, lord, blue girdler of the islands, if I am thine indeed, and thou art father: grant that Odysseus, raider of cities, never see his home: Laertes' son, I mean, who kept his hall in Ithaca. Should destiny intend that he shall see his rof again among his family in his father land, far be that day, and dark the years between. Let him lose all companions, and return under strange sail to bitter days at home."