| Book Twelve
"At sea once more we had to pass the Sirens, whose sweet
singing lures sailors to their doom. I had stopped up the ears of my crew
with wax, and I alone listened while lashed to the mast, powerless to steer
toward shipwreck. Next came Charybdis, who swallows the sea in a whirlpool,
then spits it up again. Avoiding this we skirted the cliff where Scylla
exacts her toll. Each of her six slavering maws grabbed a sailor and wolfed
him down. Finally we were becalmed on the island of the Sun. My men
disregarded all warnings and sacrificed his cattle, so back at sea Zeus sent
a thunderbolt that smashed the ship. I alone survived, washing up on the
island of Calypso." |
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