The Odyssey by Homer
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be so kind, he said, as to give me some more, and tell me your name at once. I want to make you a present. That you will be glad to have. We have wine even in this country, for our soil, grows grapes, and the sun ripens them, But this drinks like Nectar and Ambrosia all in one. I then gave him some more three times did I fill the bowl for him? And three times. Did he drain it without thought or he'd? Then, when I saw that the wine had got into his head, I said to him as plausibly as I could cyclops, You ask my name, and I will tell it. You give me therefore the present. You promised me. My name is no man. This is what my father and mother and my friends have always called me. But the cruel wretch said. Then I will eat all. No man's comrades, before no man himself, and will keep no man for the last. This is the present that I will make him! As he spoke he reeled and fell sprawling face upwards on the ground. His great neck hung heavily backwards, and a deep sleep took hold upon him presently he turned sick and threw up both the wine and the ga bits of human flesh on which he had been gorging for he was very drunk. Then I thrust the beam of wood far into the embers to heat it, and encouraged my men lest any of them should turn fainthearted when the wood green, though it was was about to blaze. I drew it out of the fire, glowing with heat! And my men gathered around me, for heaven had filled their hearts with courage. We drove the sharp end of the beam into the monster's eye, and bearing upon it with all my weight, I kept turning it round and round, as though I were boring a hole in the ship's plank with an auger, which two men with a wheel and strap can keep on turning as long as they choose. Even thus did we bore the red hot beam into his eye till the boiling blood bubbled all over it. As we worked it round and round, so that the steam from the burning eye ball scalded his eyelids and eyebrows, and the roots of the eyes sputtered in the fire as a blacksmith plunges an ax or hatchet into cold water. To temper it, for it is this that gives strength to the iron, and it makes a great hiss, as he does so even thus did the cyclops! I hiss round the beam of olive wood, and his hideous yells made the cave ring again. We ran away in a fright. But he plucked the beam all besmirched with gore from his eye and hurled it from him in a frenzy of rage and pain, shouting as he did so to the other psych lapis, who lived on the bleak headlands near him. So they gathered from all quarters around his cave when they heard him crying and asked what was the matter with him? What ails you, Polly Famous, said they, that you make such a noise, breaking the stillness of the night, and preventing us from being able to sleep. Surely no man is carrying off your sheep. Surely no man is trying to kill you either by fraud or by force. But Polly Famous shouted to them from inside the cave. No man is killing me by fraud. No man is killing me by force! Then they said, If no man is attacking you, you must be ill. Ah! When jove makes people ill, there is no help for it, and you had better pray to your father Neptune. Then they went away, and I laughed inwardly at the success of my clever strategy. But the cyclops groaning and in an agony of pain, felt about with his hands till he found the stone and took it from the door. Then he sat in the doorway and stretched his hands out in front of it to catch anyone going out with the sheep, for he thought I might be foolish enough to attempt this