Feng Ping, University of Warsaw Telemachus was elected as the King. Odysseus had lost everything. He looked at his home where he once lived with Penelope and his son for the last time, feeling very old. Julia decided to leave. Before she left, she visited old Odysseus again. Odysseus said in a flat voice, “She is dead. I have nothing now. But will you give me comfort in the future?” Julia blushed a little, “I am sorry. You are a good man. I am very grateful to you. But I come to say goodbye. You are a great man. I am sorry for your misfortunes. As I told you before, I want to find my muses, though I don’t know where they are, but I am sure that she is not here.” “Ha ha,” Odysseus laughed dryly. “I know you are sure to go. So may God bless you.” Julia was a little uneasy, but she still turned back with a difficulty, and walked away in the setting sun. Since then, Odysseus decided to travel and fight in battles again to reestablish his reputation. He won several battles later in his life. People forgave his faults and only remembered his virtues. “No one is perfect,” this is what people told their children. Every month, there were flowers on wife Penelope’s tomb, the sender unknown, but these flowers were always very fresh and clean. |