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Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Ulysses - Experiencing the Unknown

Ulysses complains that he is inert  as a king, root word with his elderly wife, stuck passing pundit laws for a sav historic period bunk  that sleeps and eats but does non know him. He does non want to cease his travels; he has made the to the highest degree of his life, having suffered and undergo pleasure both with others and unsocial and both at ocean and on the shore. He is a famous name; he has seen the world and has been honored everywhere. He also has enjoyed battling at troy weight with his fellow warriors.\nHe is a part of all that I have met,  but this is non the end, for his experience is an archway to new-fashi iodined experiences, with the horizon always beyond reach. It is boring to stop and melt away and be uneffective in his old age; simply breathing is non life. Multiple lives would be besides little to get the most out of existence, and little of his one life remains, but at least he is quick and there is time for something more.  It would b e a shame to do nonhing for even leash days; he does not want to store himself away. His senile spirit  yearns to attain familiarity and follow it like a sinking star, / Beyond the boundary bound of human thought. In contrast, his son Telemachus, who will espo part him as king, seems content to bridle put and simply retrieve the people. Ulysses loves him and knows that he will use his prudence to govern wisely, good turn the rugged  people mild,  and he is blameless  and decent  in his common duties.  He honors the familys gods. Yet, Telemachus does not have his fathers energy; He works his work, I mine. \nUlysses looks at the port and the sea beyond, trading to him. He recalls the thunder and the sun  of his mariners exciting travels together, their free patrol wagon  and free minds, and understands that he and they are old now. Yet, they still give the sack do something noble and worthy to their greatness, especially as they are men who once foug ht with gods. diminish fades, and the day wanes. Ulysses calls out that it is...

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