4. Due Tuesday, 9/13

"Friends ... it's wrong for only one or two to know the revelations that lovely Circe made to me alone. I'll tell you all, so we can die with our eyes wide open now or escape our fate and certain death together. First, she warns, we must steer clear of the Sirens, their enchanting song, their meadow starred with flowers. I alone was to hear their voices, so she said, but you must bind me with tight chaving ropes so I cannot move a muscle, bound to the spot, erect at the mast-block, lashed by ropes to the mast. And if I plead, commanding you to set me free, then lash me faster, rope on pressing rope

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'Come closer, famous Odysseus -- Achaea's pride and glory -- moor your ship on our coast so you can hear our song! Never has any sailor passed our shores in his black craft until he has heard the honeyed voices pouring from our lips ...'

So they sent their ravishing voices out across the air and the hear tinside me throbbed to listen longer. I signaled the crew with frowns to set me free -- they flung themselves at the oars and rowed harder."


4.1 Does this story reflect Odysseus' hubris? Or his kleos? How/why? Do you think he's being truthful to his crew? To the Phaeacians?
4.2 How is the story reflected similarly/differently in the vase pictured below?