"In the next land we found were Cyclopes giants, louts, without a law to bless them. In ignorance leaving the fruitage of the earth in mystery to the immortal gods, they neither plow." (Cyclopes section, lines 56-59)
Wine for the Cyclopes...
Yes! give me another! Thank you!
Hey! Want some wine?
"A prodigious man slept in this cave alone, an took his flocks to gaze afield remote form all companions, knowing none but savage ways, a brute so huge, he seemed no man at all of those who eat good wheaten bread; but he seemed rather a shaggy mountain reread in solitude." (Cyclopes section, lines 86-93)
Blinding the Cyclopes...
"A wineskin full I brought along, and victuals in a bag, for in my bones I knew some towering brute would be upon us soon all outward power, a wild man, ignorant of civility. (Cyclopes section, 112-115)
Cyclops, try some wine. Here is liquor to wash down your scraps of men. Taste it, and see the kind of drink we carried under our planks. I meant it for an offering if you would help us home. But you are mad, unbearable, a bloody monster! After this, will any other traveller come to see you? (Cyclopes section, lines 255-261)
Do you want more?
"In a smithy one sees a white-hot axehead or an adze plunged and wrung in a cold tub, screeching steam the way they make soft iron hale and hard: just so that eyeball hissed around the spike." (Cyclopes section, lines 299- 303)
I tied the silently together, twining cords of willow form the ogre's bed; the slung a man under each middle one to ride there safely, shielded left and right. So three sheep could convey each man. I took the woolliest ram, the choicest of the flock, an hung myself under his kinky belly, pulled up tight, with finger twisted deep in sheepskin ringlets for an iron grip. (Cyclopes section, lines 337- 345)