“You poor man. You can stop grieving now
And pining away. I’m sending you home.
Look, here’s a bronze axe. Cut some long timbers
And make yourself a raft fitted with topdecks,
Something that will get you across the sea’s misty spaces.
I’ll stock it with fresh water, food and red wine-
Hearty provisions that will stave off hunger - and
I’ll clothe you well and send you a following wind
To bring you home safely to your own native land,
If such is the will of the gods of high heaven,
Whose minds and powers are stronger than mine.”
-Calypso (Book 5, lines 160 - 170, pg.74-75, Lombardo translation)