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Characteristics of the Epic Hero: Odysseus and Polyphemus
Transcript of Characteristics of the Epic Hero: Odysseus and Polyphemus
ou ask my honorable name? Remember
the gift you promised me, and I shall tell you.
My name is Nobody: mother, father, and friends,
everyone calls me Nobody."
"Out of the cave
the mammoth Polyphemus roared in answer:
‘Nobody, Nobody’s tricked me. Nobody’s ruined me!’"
"...and cheered my men along with battle talk
to keep their courage up: no quitting now."
He told Polyphemus that his name
was Nobody. When the Cyclops called
for help and the others asked him
what was bothering him, he
answered with the name Nobody.
They all fell along with the trick
and the men escaped under the
He had found a pole-like branch
that he used to stab the Cyclops.
He had too much pride in
himself because he considers
himself greater than others.
Odysseus gives his men
battle talk to encourage
their spirit to fight the
He keeps moving on while
trying to figure a way out
of the cave and to kill the
"...drawing the sharp sword from my hip I went
along his flank to stab him where the midriff
holds the liver. I had touched the spot
when sudden fear stayed me: if I killed him
we perished there as well..."
if ever mortal man inquire
how you were put to shame and blinded,
Odysseus, raider of cities, took your eye:
Laertes’ son, whose home’s on Ithaca!"
'...an olive tree, felled green and left to season
for Cyclops’s hand. And it was like a mast
a lugger of twenty oars, broad in the beam—
a deep-seagoing craft—might carry:
so long, so big around, it seemed. Now I
chopped out a six-foot section of this pole..."