#odyssey

One can easily classify all works of fiction either as descendants of the Iliad or of the Odyssey. ↗

— Raymond Queneau

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The Odyssey is the story of Americans up to the point where they are well-established, and even so it is detached from the historical side. ↗

— Raymond Queneau

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Ulysses finds himself unchanged, aside from his experience, at the end of his odyssey. ↗

— Raymond Queneau

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The Odyssey is the story of someone who, in the course of diverse experiences, acquires a personality or affirms and recovers his personality. ↗

— Raymond Queneau

#affirms #course #diverse #experiences #his

And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trials and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved. ↗

— Homer

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The Odyssey is, indeed, one of the greatest of all stories, it is the original romance of the West; but the Iliad, though a magnificent poem, is not much of a story. ↗

— George Saintsbury

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But you, Achilles,/ There is not a man in the world more blest than you--/ There never has been, never will be one./ Time was, when you were alive, we Argives/ honored you as a god, and now down here, I see/ You Lord it over the dead in all your power./ So grieve no more at dying, great Achilles.’ I reassured the ghost, but he broke out protesting,/ ‘No winning words about death to me, shining Odysseus!/ By god, I’d rather slave on earth for another man--/ Some dirt-poor tenant farmer who scrapes to keep alive—than rule down here over all the breathless dead. ↗

— Homer

#the-odyssey #death

I fancied my luck to be witnessing yet another full moon. True, I’d seen hundreds of full moons in my life, but they were not limitless. When one starts thinking of the full moon as a common sight that will come again to one’s eyes ad-infinitum, the value of life is diminished and life goes by uncherished. ‘This may be my last moon,’ I sighed, feeling a sudden sweep of sorrow; and went back to reading more of The Odyssey. ↗

— Roman Payne

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That particular odyssey is now over. My mind is now at rest. ↗

— Andrew Wiles

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