"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).
Nobody hurt me!
"Yet I refused. I wished to see the caveman, what he had to offer no pretty sight, it turned out, for my friends. We lit a fire, burnt an offering, and took some cheese to eat; then sat in silence around the embers, waiting" (130-135).
"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, spattering the floor"(191-194).
"The pike of olive, green though it had been,reddened and glowed as if about to catch. 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"(286-292).
"Blinded, and sick with pain from his head wound, the master stroked each ram, then let it pass, but my men riding on the pectoral fleece the giant’s blind hands blundering never found"(351-354).
"So we moved out, sad in the vast offing, having our precious lives, but not our friends"(483-484).