Telemachus tells Circe about meeting his half-brother, Circe’s son Telegonus:
- Into such miseries, your son came. Bright as sunrise, sweet as ripe fruit. He carried that silly-looking spear, and gifts for us all, silver bowls and cloaks and gold. His face was handsome and his hopes crackled loud as a fire. I wanted to shake him. (Circe, p. 308)
Almost done with this compulsively readable, beautiful re-imagining of Greek mythology.