"No God. Why take me for a god? No, no. I am that father whom your boyhood lacked and suffered pain for the lack of. I am he."
"... but death and darkness in that instant closed the eyes of Argos, who had seen his master Odysseus after, twenty years."
"Now Penelope sand down, holding the weapon on her knees, and drew her husbands great bow out, and sobbed and bit her lip and let the salt tears flow."
This is when Odysseus finally returns home. He soon finds his son who he has not seen since boyhood, Telemachus does not believe at first but then soon realizes it is he. Odysseus also tells his son to lock away the weapons because he is gonna kill the suitors.
"Now flashed arrow from twanging bow clean as a whistle through every socket ring, and gazed not one, to thud with heavy brazen head beyond.
This book represents how much and how things in Odysseus's land has changed for him. Argos was Odysseus's dog after he left no one took care of him. The dog represented how life turned out when he left.
"... There will be killing till the score is paid. You forced yourselves upon this house. Fight your way out, or run for it, if you think you'll escape death. I doubt one man will skin by."
Penelope has at this point lost all hope. She misses him dearly this part of the book shows how her hope going away and her giving up.
You cant move it.
Move this bed.
This was when the plan starts to unfold. He is clearly better skilled than most of the men and he is showing off also. This shows some irony also, since he was the old man he looks like he cant do anything but he does it right away.
This is when Odysseus gets the signal from zeus that he is allowed to kill all these men. This is also the part of the story where he unleashes his rage.
This is right after Odysseus kills the suitors. He goes to his wife, who still hasn't said anything to him. This is because she is still not believing that this old man turned into some handsome man. So she asks him to do something only Odysseus would know the answer to.
An old trunk of olive grew like a pillar on the building plot, and I laid out our bedroom round that tree, lined up the stone walls, built the walls and roof, gave it a doorway and smooth-fitting doors. Then I lopped off the silvery leaves and branches, hewed and shaped that stump from the roots up into a bedpost, drilled it, let it serve as model for the rest