"Gripping... Lombardo's achievement is all the more striking when you consider the difficulties of his task... (He) manages to be respectful of Homer's dire spirit while providing on nearly every page some wonderfully fresh refashioning of his Greek. The result is a vivid and disarmingly hardbitten reworking of a great classic." --Daniel Mendelsohn, The New York Times Book Review
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Seite 38 - Who were the Greek captains and lords? The rank and file I could never name, Not even if I had ten tongues, ten mouths, A voice that never broke and a bronze heart, Unless the Olympian Muses, daughters Of Zeus Aegis-holder, called to my mind All those who came under Ilion's walls.
Seite 31 - Oh man! You can't count how many good things Odysseus has done for the Greeks, a real leader In council and in battle, but this tops them all, The way he took that loudmouth out of commission. I don't think he'll ever be man enough again To rile the commanders with all his insults.
Seite 4 - Goddess, Achilles' rage, Black and murderous, that cost the Greeks incalculable pain, pitched countless souls Of heroes into Hades' dark, And left their bodies to rot as feasts For dogs and birds, as Zeus
Seite 31 - Telemachus' father If I don't lay hold of you, strip your ass naked, And run you out of the assembly and through the ships, Crying at all the ugly licks I land on you." And with that he whaled the staff down On Thersites' back. The man crumpled in pain And tears flooded his eyes. A huge bloody welt Rose on his back under the gold stave's force, And he sat there astounded, drooling with pain 290 And wiping away his tears. The troops, forgetting Their disappointment...