
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...

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...