"It is the Odyssey, isn't it? I went to such a ropy school, my dear," he confided to Laurie. "Free expression and no classics, you'd have hated it. Is it the Odyssey? The one where this silly boy goes away for about twenty years, and when he appears again he's so dreadfully gone off that no one knows him except the nurse who . . . oh, excuse me, perhaps we'd better scrub that bit. And the dog took one look, didn't he, and died of shock. And all this while, the poor queen has been knitting and knitting away madly in the bedroom, dropping stiches left and right, with suitors camping and screaming all over the house." He smiled at them ingenuously, like a stage undergraduate. "Or is it Shakespeare I'm thinking of all this time?"
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"No," he [Laurie] said. "It's the Odyssey all right. It's the one where the man comes back from the war and finds the flash boys on his pitch and runs them out."
"Your sentiments do you credit," said Bim raising his eyebrows
-From The Charioteer, by Mary Renault
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