"Our first landfall was Ismarus, in the land of the Cicones. We found ourselves at last in the land of the Lotus-eaters. We then landed on another island, the first thing we saw was a big cave overlooking the beach. Inside were milking pens for goats and big cheeses aging on racks. When the Cyclops -- Polyphemus was his name -- came home that afternoon, he didn't see us at first. Not until he stoked his fire for the meal that he saw us."

'Who are you?'

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'We are Greeks, blown off course on our way home from Troy. We assume you'll extend hospitality or suffer the wrath of Zeus, protector of guests.'

'Zeus? We Cyclopes are stronger than Zeus. I'll show you hospitality.'

"With that he snatched up two of my men and bashed their brains out on the floor. Then he ate them raw, picking them apart and poking them in his mouth, bones and guts and all."