I don’t suppose you walked here on the sea.

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No other Odysseus will ever come,
for he and I are one, the same; his bitter
fortune and his wanderings are mine.
Twenty years gone, and I am back again
on my own island.

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Of mortal creatures, all that breathe and move,
earth bears none frailer than mankind…
Our minds are as the days are, dark or bright,
blown over by the father of gods and men.

— Book 18, 160

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As translated by Roger Fitzgerald. Farrar, Straus and Giroux, New York, New York: 1998.