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Captive in the cave of the Cyclops, I told him my name was Nobody, and thrust a fiery stake into his single eye. I led my shipwrecked and terrified men out as the giant howled in pain, and when the others asked what was wrong, the simpleton cried that Nobody had wounded him. Nobody had hurt him!

I obliged my crew to remember that I am Odysseus of the Nimble Word, when they asked how we had been saved.

'Wine, a talent for impersonating sheep and superior linguistic ability,' I told them.

Poseidon, Lord of the Sea, Earth-Shaker, take your hand from above me. Though you sink my ships and swallow my treasure, I will not beg for your mercy. You have none.