Long ago I said to myself, said to S too: to love a man from Ithaca — that’s dangerous; for who would be a Penelope? Penelope, who really cried.So now I’m crying, also. Only I’m the one who can’t return, and Odysseus stayed home.
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Long ago I said to myself, said to S too: to love a man from Ithaca — that’s dangerous; for who would be a Penelope? Penelope, who really cried.So now I’m crying, also. Only I’m the one who can’t return, and Odysseus stayed home.
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