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Monday, January 9, 2017

Ulysses - Experiencing the Unknown

Ulysses complains that he is idle  as a king, home with his of age(p) wife, stuck passing enlightened laws for a savage race  that sleeps and take but does not sleep together him. He does not compliwork forcets to cease his travels; he has make the most of his action, having suffered and get downd pleasure twain with others and alone and both at sea and on the shore. He is a storied name; he has seen the foundation and has been honored everywhere. He likewise has enjoyed battling at Troy with his pesterer warriors.\nHe is a farewell of all that I shake met,  but this is not the end, for his experience is an archway to new experiences, with the prospect always beyond reach. It is softened to stop and wither forward and be useless in his ancient age; plainly breathing is not life. fourfold lives would be too smallish to get the most off of existence, and little of his one life remains, but at to the lowest degree he is alive and in that location is time f or something more.  It would be a shame to do zero point for even three geezerhood; he does not requisite to store himself away. His gray flavour  yearns to attain knowledge and fall it like a drop star, / Beyond the utmost resile of human thought. In contrast, his parole Telemachus, who will succeed him as king, seems content to stay set up and simply rule the people. Ulysses loves him and knows that he will use his finesse to govern wisely, turning the tough  people mild,  and he is irreproachable  and decent  in his viridity duties.  He honors the familys gods. Yet, Telemachus does not check his fathers energy; He work his work, I mine. \nUlysses looks at the way and the sea beyond, calling to him. He recalls the thunder and the sunshine  of his mariners arouse travels together, their superfluous hearts  and free minds, and understands that he and they are old now. Yet, they still can do something noble and suited to their greatness, peculi arly as they are men who once fought with gods. Light fades, and the mean solar day wanes. Ulysses calls out that it is...

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