"'Strangers, who are you? Where do sail from? Are you traders, or do you sail the as rovers, with your hands against every man, and every man's hand against you?' "We were frightened out of our senses by his loud voice and monstrous form, but I managed to say, 'We are Achaeans on our way home from Troy, but by the will of Jove, and stress of weather, we have been driven far out of our course.
"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. Then he dismembered them and made his meal."
"Cyclops, you ask my horrible name? Remember the gift you promised me and I shall tell you. My name is nobody mother father and Friends everyone calls me nobody."
"Straightforward they sprinted, lifted it, and rammed it deep in his crater eye, and leaned on it turning it as a shipwright turns a drill."
"Where dams with udders full called for a milking. Blinded, and sick with pain from his head wound, the master stroke each gram then let it pass, but my men riding on the pictorial fleece the Giants blinded hands blundering never found."
"But I would not listen to them, and shouted out to him in my rage, 'Cyclops, if any one asks you who it was that put your eye out and spoiled your beauty, say it was the valiant warrior Ulysses, son of Laertes, who lives in Ithaca.'