"As a woman weeps, her arms flung around her darling husband, a man who fell in battle, fighting for town and townsmen, trying to beat the day of doom from home and children. Seeing the man go down, dying, gasping for breath, she clings for dear life, screams and shrills- but the victors just behind her, digging spear butts into her backs and shoulders, drag her off in bondage, yoked to hard labor, pain, and the most heartbreaking torment washes her cheeks." -pg. 208
It wasn't until reading this passage that I was able to feel the sorrow Odysseus experienced. I feel like in all previous writing, Homer showed the grief of war from a man's perspective, with the exception of Odysseus's slide. However, because of her character I was unable to sympathize with her. Yet, this undeveloped, vague, briefly mentioned, fleeting woman described in this short excerpt reeked more emotion out of me than any other excerpt thus far.
P.s. I commented on Jeremy Bearman's blog
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