"Firstly, then, I will tell you my name that you too may know it,and one day, if I outlive this time of sorrow, may become my thereguests though I live so far away from all of you. I am Ulysses sonof Laertes, reknowned among mankind for all manner of subtlety, sothat my fame ascends to heaven. I live in Ithaca, where there is ahigh mountain called Neritum, covered with forests; and not far fromit there is a group of islands very near to one another- Dulichium,Same, and the wooded island of Zacynthus. It lies squat on thehorizon, all highest up in the sea towards the sunset, while theothers lie away from it towards dawn. It is a rugged island, but itbreeds brave men, and my eyes know none that they better love tolook upon. The goddess Calypso kept me with her in her cave, andwanted me to marry her, as did also the cunning Aeaean goddessCirce; but they could neither of them persuade me, for there isnothing dearer to a man than his own country and his parents, andhowever splendid a home he may have in a foreign country, if it be farfrom father or mother, he does not care about it. Now, however, I willtell you of the many hazardous adventures which by Joves will I metwith on my return from Troy.
When the afternoon arrived and he felt that the hour wasdrawing near, he wished for solitude, his agitation wasextreme; a simple question from a friend would haveirritated him. He shut himself in his room, and tried toread, but his eye glanced over the page withoutunderstanding a word, and he threw away the book, and forthe second time sat down to sketch his plan, the ladders andthe fence. At length the hour drew near. Never did a mandeeply in love allow the clocks to go on peacefully. Morreltormented his so effectually that they struck eight athalf-past six. He then said, "It is time to start; thesignature was indeed fixed to take place at nine oclock,but perhaps Valentine will not wait for that. Consequently,Morrel, having left the Rue Meslay at half-past eight by histimepiece, entered the clover-field while the clock ofSaint-Phillippe du Roule was striking eight. The horse andcabriolet were concealed behind a small ruin, where Morrelhad often waited.