In this section of The Odyssey, we get to know our title character a little more. While it's admirable that he claims to be devoted to his wife and home, I suspect that he might just say this because it's what he's supposed to say, since he does so many IDIOTIC things that delay his return.
Nevertheless, I have formed a special bond with Odysseus. It seems we have a few things in common:
1. We both have a problem with emotional eating:
The belly's a shameless dog, there's nothing worse.
Always insisting, pressing, it never let's us forget--
destroyed as I am, my heart racked with sadness,
sick with anguish, still it keeps demanding.
'Eat, drink!' It blots out all memory
of my pain, commanding, 'Fill me up!'
2. We both cry during an evening's entertainment:
That was the song the famous harper sang
but great Odysseus melted into tears,
running down from his eyes to wet his cheeks . . .
For Odysseus it's accounts of the battle of Troy that get him going, for me it's Friday Night Lights, among other things.
3. Bad things happen when we fall asleep.
'Father Zeus! The rest of you blissful gods who never die--
you with your fatal sleep, you lulled me into disaster,
Left on their own, look what a monstrous thing
my crew concocted!'
Whether it's his crew letting out the torrential winds or killing the sun god's cattle, you would think that Odysseus would have insomnia. For me a nap can be a risky thing--when I wake up, I never know what my own little crew has concocted. It's usually some sort of monstrous mess. Occasionally, it involves a yummy baked good, so I guess I'll forgive them.
I would love to write more, but I have a mid-term to study for. Coincidentally, some of the material I will be studying involves Ancient Greece. Both good and bad timing. For more thoughts on this section, check out the list of other posts at Love, Laughter, and a Touch of Insanity.