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rudder used by Ulysses’s Cretan persona to escape the Thesprotian ship

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rudder used by Ulysses’s Cretan persona to escape the Thesprotian ship
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Editorial note
This rudder exists only within Ulysses’s lying Cretan biography.

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Location presence

Phase 6 currently covers 24 processed books.

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Ithaca1 observation
·Disguised

The Cretan persona used the ship’s rudder during his escape in Ithaca.

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‘These men hatched a plot against me that would have reduced me to the very extreme of misery, for when the ship had got some way out from land they resolved on selling me as a slave. They stripped me of the shirt and cloak that I was wearing, and gave me instead the tattered old clouts in which you now see me; then, towards nightfall, they reached the tilled lands of Ithaca, and there they bound me with a strong rope fast in the ship, while they went on shore to get supper by the sea side. But the gods soon undid my bonds for me, and having drawn my rags over my head I slid down the rudder into the sea, where I struck out and swam till I was well clear of them, and came ashore near a thick wood in which I lay concealed. They were very angry at my having escaped and went searching about for me, till at last they thought it was no further use and went back to their ship. The gods, having hidden me thus easily, then took me to a good man’s door—for it seems that I am not to die yet awhile.’

Claims

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·Disguised

The persona slides down the rudder into the sea to begin his escape.

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I slid down the rudder into the sea, where I struck out and swam

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·Disguised
I slid down the rudder into the sea

Passage preview

Book 14 · Passage 18

‘These men hatched a plot against me that would have reduced me to the very extreme of misery, for when the ship had got some way out from land they resolved on selling me as a slave. They stripped me of the shirt and cloak that I was wearing, and gave me instead the tattered old clouts in which you now see me; then, towards nightfall, they reached the tilled lands of Ithaca, and there they bound me with a strong rope fast in the ship, while they went on shore to get supper by the sea side. But the gods soon undid my bonds for me, and having drawn my rags over my head I slid down the rudder into the sea, where I struck out and swam till I was well clear of them, and came ashore near a thick wood in which I lay concealed. They were very angry at my having escaped and went searching about for me, till at last they thought it was no further use and went back to their ship. The gods, having hidden me thus easily, then took me to a good man’s door—for it seems that I am not to die yet awhile.’