I wished to see the caveman, what he had to offer no pretty sight, it turned out, for my friends.
"As we rowed on, and nearer to the mainland, at one end of the bay, we saw a cavern yawning above the water, screened with laurel, and many rams and goats about the place inside a sheepfold made from slabs of stone earthfast between tall trunks of pine and rugged towering oak trees" (80-86).
"But Cyclops had gone afield, to pasture his fat sheep, so we looked round at everything inside: a drying rack that sagged with cheeses, pens crowded with lambs and kids, each in its class: firstlings apart from middlings, and the dewdrops, or newborn lambkins, penned apart from both. " (116-124).
"Neither reply nor pity came from him, but in one stride, he clutched at my companions and caught two in his hands like squirming puppies and beat their brains out, spattering the floor" (191-194).
"So with our brand we bored that great eye socket while blood ran out around the red hot bar. Eyelid and lash were seared; the pierced ball hissed broiling, and the roots popped" (296-299).
"I tied them silently together, twining cords of willow from the ogre’s bed; then slung a man under each middle one to ride there safely, shielded left and right" (337-340).
"So we moved out, sad in the vast offing, having our precious lives, but not our friends" (483-484).