I have tarried long enough on Kalypso's Isle, although it is paradise. All day she sings to me, and all night----well...
Penelope, I swear, I have never really consented to my ongoing affair, in my heart, deep down that is. Sure, I've consented in LITERALLY every other possible way, seriously. You better have been faithful, cuz it's your duty.
hermes just left, evidently he told miss hottie Mc Hotkalypso that my stay here is up. Now I have to go tell that immortal beauty that I'd rather have a mortal. The things I do for Penelope. She owes me.
"The dangerous nymph Kalypso lives and sings there, in her beauty, and she received me, loved me. (XII 473-5)
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