cold, hard intricacies
Who was more full of foresight than his man,
Or abler, do you think, to act with judgement?
Odysseus: None that I know of. Yet I pity
His wretchedness, though he is my enemy,
For the terrible yoke of blindness that is on him.
I think of him, yet also for myself.
For I see the true state of all of us that live-
We are dim shapes, no more, and weightless shadow.