Over the wine-dark sea.
The proof of battle is action, proof of words, debate. No time for speeches now, it's time to fight.
I won't lie to you, fatherhood isn't easy like motherhood.
...like that star of the waning summer who beyond all stars rises bathed in the ocean stream to glitter in brilliance.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
On these sands and in the clefts of the rocks, in the depths of the sea, in the creaking of the pines, you'll spy secret footprints and catch far-off voices from the homecoming celebration. This land still longs for Odysseus.