"I invented perils for his trip home—horrors rising up from the deep sea, the endless asphodel fields of the dead, sweetly singing witches to gull and bind him—but I could never quite bring myself to finally close the sea over his head or the jaws on his throat. Always I pulled him back, unwilling to let him escape into death."
—Polyphemus (the storyteller) on Odysseus, page 131, The Lost Books of the Odyssey by Zachary Mason.
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