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- 220 - care not a whistle for your thundering Zeus or all the gods in bliss; we have more force by far.I would not let you go for fear of Zeus—you or your friends
- 235 - to beat their brain out, spattering the floor.Then he dismembered them and made his meal,
- 295 - holding an ivy bowl of my dark drink,looking up, saying:‘Cyclops, try some wine.Here’s 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
- 330 - gave me a hand, lugging it near the Cyclops as more than natural force nerved them; straightforward they sprinted, lifted it, and rammed it deep in his crater eye, and leaned on it turning it as a shipwright tums a drill
- 380 - then 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
- 385 - pulled up tight, with fingers twisted deep in sheepskin ringlets for an iron grip.So, breathing hard, we waited until morning.When Dawn spread out her fingertips of rose the rams began to stir, moving for pasture,
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