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but every time I got close, all I found was a small bright spot of longing. No ease, no calm, no place where the mind could lie down to rest.

As if one could separate Penelope’s woven cloth from Odysseus’s journey, as if one could even conceive of men’s history without women, the warp without the weft. Do you really believe, I asked, that Homer would have woven his epics the way he did if he hadn’t assisted his mother at the loom? If he hadn’t studied the shuttle’s movement, the colours’ alternation, the finished cloth? Who told Homer his first stories?