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      <description>(1) Read the quotations posted below . . . (2) Pick your favorite one . . . (3) Using your notes over paraphrasing, paraphrase the quotation you chose . . . (4) Be sure to include your name . . . (5) NOTE: Your post or the posts of others may not appear once you&#39;ve posted.  They&#39;re waiting on approval from me.  So you may not be able to see them, but I can. :)</description>
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      <pubDate>2021-03-05 12:21:47 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Option #1:  In which Antinous, the lead suitor, is about to die, but doesn&#39;t know it.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>He drew to his fist the cruel head of an arrow for Antínoös</div><div>just as the young man leaned to lift his beautiful drinking cup,</div><div>embossed, two-handled, golden: the cup was in his fingers:</div><div>the wine was even at his lips: and did he dream of death?  10</div><div>How could he? In that revelry amid his throng of friends</div><div>who would imagine a single foe—though a strong foe indeed—</div><div>could dare to bring death’s pain on him and darkness on his eyes? </div>]]></description>
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         <title>Option #2:  In which Odysseus reveals the secret of how he made his and Penelope&#39;s wedding bed.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>An old trunk of olive grew like a pillar on the building plot, and I laid out our bedroom round that tree, lined up the stone walls, built the walls and roof, gave it a doorway and smooth-fitting doors. Then I lopped off the silvery leaves and branches, hewed and shaped that stump from the roots up into a bedpost, drilled it, let it serve as model for the rest. I planed them all, inlaid them all with silver, gold and ivory, and stretched a bed between—a pliant web of oxhide thongs dyed crimson. There’s our sign!</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Option #3:  In which Penelope and Odysseus are at last together.</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Now from his breast into his eyes the ache of longing mounted, and he wept at last, his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms,</div><div>longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer</div><div>spent in rough water where his ship went down under Poseidon’s blows, gale winds and tons of sea. Few men can keep alive through a big surf to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind: and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband, her white arms round him pressed as though forever.</div>]]></description>
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