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You see what encouragement I apply to my age and my infirmities. This it is which gave me the heart to drag my pinnace, long ago laid up, to the water, provision her as best I could and set sail on the high seas once more. Be it your part, ye gods, to blowme fair, for now if ever do I need a breeze that fills the sail, a good companion.Odyss. 11,7; 12, 149. If anyone thinks me worthy, I would have him apply to me the words of Homer: How stout a thigh the old man’s rags reveal! Odyss. 18, 74
