The Cyclops

The Cyclops
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  • "We climbed, then, briskly to the cave. 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. And vessels full of whey brimming there bowls of earthenware and pails for milking." (116- 124)
  • (The cyclops comes home, seals the cave with a rock and notices the men. The men claim guest rights, but the cyclops doesnt care.) "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 to beat their brains out, splattering the floor."
  • Even as he Spoke, he reeled and tumbled backward. His great head lolled to one side: and sleep took him like any creature. Drunk, hiccupping, he dribbled streams of liquor and bits of men. 
  • "I drew it from the coals and my four fellows gave me a hand, lugging it near the Cyclops as more than natural force nerved them; straight forward they sprinted, lifted it and rammed it deep in his crater eye, and I leaned on it turning it as a shipwright turns a drill in planking..."
  • Last of them all my ram, the leader, came, weighted by wool and me with my meditations. The Cyclops patted him, and then he said: ‘ Sweet cousin ram, why lag behind the rest in the night cave? You never linger so, but graze before them all, and go far to crop sweet grass, and take your stately way leading along the streams, until at evening you run to be the first one in the fold. Why, now, so far behind? "
  • "At this he stretched his hands out in his darkness toward the sky of stars, and prayed Poseidon: ‘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 on Ithaca. Should destiny intend that he shall see his roof again among his family in his father land, far be that day, and dark the years between.'"
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