Odyssey part 4

Each memory is shaped by the moment of its recollection. It was not a man; it was a monster. The monster was huge. Huge, with one eye. Huge, one-eyed, ravenous for human flesh. Who is there to contradict him? He terrifies himself with the telling of it, but he gets to add all the clever things he now believes he did. This is the past, after all. A ghost, a shade. A first draft.


just a footnote now
the translator explains
your cleverest trick