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The Adventures of Ulysses the Wanderer

by Cyril Arthur Edward Ranger Gull

FOREWORD

Seven fair and illustrious cities of the dios, Athenae, Chios, Colophon, Salaht a war of words over HOMER'S birthplace

Each claimed the honour

And if, indeed, such an accident of chance confers an honour upon a town, then the birthplace of the Greatest Poet of all ti the weavers of Epos, Draenes is first of all and wears an imperishable crown

For 3000 years his faed Great empires have risen, flowered and passed

Christianity cah Ho force in the world

When Christ was born, Holory ceases to be a man He becomes a Force

Of the two imperishable monuments Homer has left us, the decision of critical scholarshi+p has placed the _Iliad_ first It has been said that the _Iliad_ is like thesun Both are of equal splendour, though the latter has lost its noonday heat

But I would take that adroit si froht at last approaches, when the sun paints the weary ith faery pictures of glowing seas, of golden islands hanging in the sky, of lonely ic ays unsailed by mortal keels; then, indeed, there comes into the heart and brain another war of Ro sound of ars of bows, the clash of heroes, are far less wonderful than the long, lonely wanderings of Ulysses

Through all the _Odyssey_ the winds are blowing, the seas ht flit noiselessly across the printed page

Through new lands, areen islands set like emeralds in wine-coloured seas, the immortal mariner moves to the music of his creator's verse The Sirens' voices, the Fairy's enchanted wine, the Twin Monsters of the Strait pass and are forgotten

His wife's tears bid hiil thought of Ulysses when he made his own lesser wanderer say:--

”Per varios casus per tot discrimina rerum, Tendimus in Latium, sedes ubi fata quietas Ostendunt”

And now, since we are to have, on that so e, a concrete picture: since we are to take away another storied memory from beneath the copper dome, I feel that the story of Ulysses reat player, are to give us an Ulysses who e of myth, but instinct with the spirit of this

That is as inevitable as it is interesting

The ”Gentle Elia” (how one wishes one could find a better name for him--but custom makes cowards of us all) has written his own version of the _Odyssey_ I cannot emulate that But I think I can at least be useful

There are three stages of knowing Horells him at school, the time when one loves him, a literary love! at Oxford, and the tireat capitals wakes the dorins to understand

”The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a neorld

Push off, and sitting well in order s furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset----”