When I first read the Odyssey, I felt I was there in a Mycenaean palace bound in silent enchantment as the bard sang the tale, listening to the rhythmic chanting and lyre, while torches flickered in the smoke-filled, shadowy halls.
Now, having read it multiple times in Greek, I feel I have finally been initiated into an ancient bardic ritual, a performance of the Odyssey at first hand within my own imagination. A desire to share this wonder...