Flinty-hearted, he called me scornfully. I could see he had a rosy little picture in his mind: the two of them siding against me, grown men together, two roosters in charge of the henhouse. Of course I w^anted the best for him - he was my son, I hoped he would succeed, as a political leader or a warrior or whatever he wanted to be — but at that moment I wished there would be another Trojan War so I could send him off to it and get him out of my hair. Boys with their first beards can be a thorough pain in the neck.(p.169)- P169
The two of us were - by our own admission proficient and shameless liars of long standing. It‘s a wonder either one of us believed a word the other said.
But we did.
Or so we told each other.
(p.173)- P173
Attorney for the Defence: With my client‘s enemies. Your Honour. The very ones who had designs on his wife, not to mention his life.(Ch.26. The TRIAL of Odysseus, as Videotaped by the Maids, p.178)- P178
Attorney for the Defence: I call on grey-eyed Pallas Athene, immortal daughter of Zeus, to defend property rights and the right of a man to be the master in his own house, and to spirit my client away in a cloud!- P178
Judge: What‘s going on? Order! Order! This is a twenty-first-century court of justice! You there*, get down from the ceiling! Stop that barking and hissing! Madam**, cover up your chest and put down your spear! What‘s this cloud doing in here? Where are the police? Where‘s the defendant? Where has everyone gone?(Ch.26, p.184)- P184
