" In the wild wood they found an open glade. around a smooth stone house- the hall of Circe -and wolves and mountain lions lay there, mild in her soft spell, fed on her drug of evil."
"'Dear friends, no need for stealth: here's a young weaver singing a pretty song to set the air atingle on these lawns and paven courts. Goddess she is, or lady. Shall we greet her?'"
" On thrones she seated them, and lounging chairs, while she prepared a meal of cheese and barley and amber honey mixed with Pramnian wine, adding her own vile pinch, to make them lose desire or thought of our dear fatherland."
" Scarce had they drunk when she flew after them with her long stick and shut them in a pigsty - bodies, voices, heads, and bristles, all swinish now, though there minds were still unchanged."
" Down to the ship Eurylochus came running to cry alarm, foul doomed his men! But working with dry lips to speak a word he could not, being so shaken"
" Blinding tears welled in his eyes; foreboding filled his heart. When we were frantic questioning him, at last we heard the tale: our friends were gone. . . ."