'The Odyssey,' by Homer,

She said, 'You know they just might have read 'Under Siege' down there,' ... 'I don't want any phone calls from the State Department that you're locked in some jail cell down there.'

That's all it's meant to be, ... This is not a literary fiction. This is page-turning fiction that you take to the beach and read for diversion. If I do that, I've done my job.

Oh my, ... If you're going to give up a homer, you might as well give it up like that. That was a long one. The fan couldn't even throw it back on the field.

Why don't those stupid idiots let me in their crappy club for jerks?

Penelope

In the pathway of the sun,
In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
He shall ride the silver seas,
He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
They will call him brave.