Lyra Silvertongue: The Amber Spyglass, p. 262

Lyra tells how Will Parry had

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His Dark Materials, vol. 3: The Amber Spyglass, p. 261

fallen overboard as a baby from the side of his father’s ship and been washed up on a desolate shore, where a female wolf had suckled him and kept him alive.

The people ate up this nonsense with placid credulity and even the deaths crowded close to listen, perching on the bench or lying on the floor close by, gazing at her with their mild and courteous faces as she spun out the tale of her life with Will in the forest.

Sly Lyra knew Will was listening with rapt attention and it only spurred her on to greater heights of invention. Because this was the best part of her. And she was offering it to her truest companion and best friend.

Please please please please let there be a Will Parry in The Book of Dust trilogy. Just one teensy mention.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

 

 

Also Still Reading: The Amber Spyglass, By Inches

pp. 263 – 264:

“I’ll tell you all about it,” said Lyra.

As she said that, as she took charge, part of her felt a little stream of pleasure rising upward in her breast like the bubbles in champagne.

Dying.

Circe to Odysseus, Book 10 (“The Winds and the Witch”)

CIRCE to Odysseus:

Now sheathe your sword
and come to bed with me. Through making love
we may begin to trust each other more.

Holy cow, Circe! Could you dial it back a little?

Odysseus is suspicious, and rightly so:

How can you command me
to treat you gently, when you turned my men
to pigs . . .
so you can take my courage and my manhood
when you have got me naked? I refuse . . .

Wait, didn’t Hermes tell Odysseus NOT TO REFUSE CIRCE?

Odysseus, my man, you had one job. ONE job.

Stay tuned.

Further in The Odyssey, Book 10

Hermes to Odysseus:

Here, take this antidote to keep you safe
when you go into Circe’s house. Now I
will tell you all her lethal spells and tricks.
. . . She . . . will tell you
to sleep with her. Do not hold out against her —
she is a goddess.

Is Odysseus going to have to sleep his way home?

Faster than you can say “sexual harassment,” or #metoo . . .

Hermes:

Tell her to swear an oath by all the gods
that she will not plot further harm for you —
or while you have your clothes off, she may hurt you
unmanning you.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

Sentence of the Day: The Odyssey, Book 10

Odysseus encounters Hermes, messenger of the gods:

He seemed an adolescent boy, the cutest age, when beards first start to grow.

Ka-boom for real: Hermes is a cutie.

Stay tuned.

Sentence of the Day: The Odyssey, Book 9

So they embarked, sat on their rowing benches,
and struck their oar blades in the whitening sea.

Self is so glad she decided to buy this book in hardcover, instead of checking out from the library! It’s the first time she experiences for herself the awesomeness of Odysseus. She is referring to the quickness of his mind.

The above sentence is the first that describes the sea as anything other than “wine-dark.” That one small detail gives the reader such a grasp of how furiously the men were rowing.

Kudos, Homer (or his co-writers)

Stay tuned.

The Palace of the King of Phaeacia: The Odyssey, Book 7

Odysseus was on his way home when that vengeful Poseidon decided to try drowning him. Athena led him to an island. He made it to a riverbank, heard some maidens’ voices, then jumped buck-nekkid out of some bushes (first taking the precaution of breaking off a branch from an overhanging tree “to cover up his manly private parts”).

Bright-eyed Athena, that schemer, made him appear bigger and sturdier than he normally was, and made his hair curl like the tendrils of a hyacinth so that Nausicaa, the beautiful daughter of the King of Phaeacia, was very much taken with him. She trundled him home to her palace,  in her wagon. Points, Athena.

There, Odysseus was feted like an honored guest.

Let’s just say: the Kardashians have nothing on the King of Phaeacia. A few of the deets:

  • Threshold made of bronze
  • The walls “were bronze all over, from the entrance/back to the bedrooms.”

And the real clincher:

Boys made of gold were set on pedestals,
and they held burning torches in their hands,
lighting the hall at night for those at dinner.
The King had fifty slave girls in his house;
some ground the yellow grain upon the millstone,
others wove cloth and sat there spinning yarn,
with fingers quick as rustling poplar leaves,
and oil was dripping from the woven fabric.

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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