“Now comes the weird upon me, spoken of old. A wizard, grand and wondrous, lived here -- Telemus, a son of Eurymus; a great length of days he had in the wizardry among the _____, and these things he foretold for time to come: my great eye lost, and at Odysseus’ hands. Always I had in mind some giant, armed in giant force, would come against me here. But this, but you-- small, pitful and twiggy -- you put me down with wine, you blinded me. Come back, Odysseus, and I’ll treat you well, praying the god of the earthquake to befriend you -- his son I am, for he by his avowal fathered me, and, if he will, he may heal me of this black wound-- he and no other of all the happy gods or mortal men.”