The Odyssey - pg. 158

But I think is not in order, nor will you convince me

When you speak about Odysseus. Why does a man like you need

To lie fruitlessly? Well do I myself also know

Of my master's return, that he has been very much hated

By all the gods, as they did not subdue him among the Trojans

Or in the arms of his friends, after he had wound up the war.

Then all the Achaians would have made him a funeral mound,

And he would have won great glory for his son, too, hereafter.

As it is, the storm winds have snatched him off without glory.

But I myself live apart among the swine. Nor do I

Go to the city unless prudent Penelope happens

To urge me to come when a message comes from somewhere,

But then the men sit there and ask for the details,

Both those who grieve for the master who is gone so long

And those who enjoy devouring a livelihood scot free.