With the pallor of winter still on his face and a hop a skip
a spring to his pace, as the forest breathed out ripe jests
of air, the god familiar to everyone, yet recognized by no
one, appeared to appear.

“Everyone was at the end of their rope, asking:
what the fuck do we have to do to get through
to people how bad this really is?”

Odysseus laughed, and said: "If the boy had really
seen the god, he would have run home even faster
than he did."