Phemius

And Telemachus knew that this stranger was not Mentes, but the goddess Athene.

And he went back to the hall of the palace, where a minstrel, Phemius by name, was telling the tale of how the Greek came back from Troy, and of the many things which they suffered because they had sinned against the gods.

And lo, in the midst of his telling, Penelope came down from the upper chamber where she sat, having two handmaids with her.

She stood in the door of the hall, having drawn her veil over her face, and said to the minstrel, Phemius, you know many tales about the deeds of gods and men.

Tell one of these, and let the guests hear it while they drink their wine.

But tell this tale no more, for it breaks my heart to hear it.

Surely I am the most unhappy of women, for all of the chiefs that went to Troy and never came back to their homes, my husband was the most famous.

Then said Telemachus, Mother, why do you forbid the minstrel to make us glad in the way that he thinks best? Why do you forbid him to sing of the coming back of the Greeks? Tis a new tale, and men always like to hear that which is new.

She held a veil, moreover, before her face and was weeping bitterly.

Phemius, she cried, you know many another feat of gods and heroes such as poets love to celebrate.

Sing the suitors some one of these and let them drink their wine in silence.

But cease this sad tale, for it breaks my sorrowful heart, and reminds me of my lost husband whom I mourn ever without ceasing, and whose name was great over all Hellas and Middle Argos.

Shameless, he cried, and insolent suitors.

Let us feast at our pleasure now, and let there be no brawling.

For it is a rare thing to hear a man with such a divine voice as Phemius has.

But in the morning meet me in full assembly, that I may give you formal notice to depart.

She held a veil, moreover, before her face, and was weeping bitterly.

Phineas, she cried, you know many another feat of gods and heroes, such as poets love to celebrate.

Sing the suitors some one of these, and let them drink their wine in silence.

But cease this sad tale, for it breaks my sorrowful heart, and reminds me of my lost husband, whom I mourn ever without ceasing, and whose name was great over all Hellas and middle Argos.

And Telemachus knew that this stranger was not Mentes, but the goddess Athene.

And he went back to the hall of the palace, where a minstrel, Phemius by name, was telling the tale of how the Greek came back from Troy, and of the many things which they suffered because they had sinned against the gods.

And lo, in the midst of his telling, Penelope came down from the upper chamber where she sat, having two handmaids with her.

She stood in the door of the hall, having drawn her veil over her face, and said to the minstrel, Femmius, you know many tales about the deeds of gods and men.

Tell one of these.

and let the guests hear it while they drink their wine.

But tell this tale no more, for it breaks my heart to hear it.

Surely I am the most unhappy of women, for all of the chiefs that went to Troy and never came back to their homes, my husband was the most famous.

And Telemachus knew that this stranger was not Mentes, but the goddess Athene.

And he went back to the hall of the palace, where a minstrel, Phemius by name, was telling the tale of how the Greek came back from Troy, and of the many things which they suffered because they had sinned against the gods.

And lo, in the midst of his telling, Penelope came down from the upper chamber where she sat, having two handmaids with her.

She stood in the door of the hall, having drawn her veil over her face, and said to the minstrel, Femmius, you know many tales about the deeds of gods and men.

Tell one of these.

and let the guests hear it while they drink their wine.

But tell this tale no more, for it breaks my heart to hear it.

Surely I am the most unhappy of women, for all of the chiefs that went to Troy and never came back to their homes, my husband was the most famous.

And Telemachus knew that this stranger was not Mentes, but the goddess Athene.

And he went back to the hall of the palace, where a minstrel, Phemius by name, was telling the tale of how the Greek came back from Troy, and of the many things which they suffered because they had sinned against the gods.

And lo, in the midst of his telling, Penelope came down from the upper chamber where she sat, having two handmaids with her.

She stood in the door of the hall, having drawn her veil over her face, and said to the minstrel, Femmius, you know many tales about the deeds of gods and men.

Tell one of these.

and let the guests hear it while they drink their wine.

But tell this tale no more, for it breaks my heart to hear it.

Surely I am the most unhappy of women, for all of the chiefs that went to Troy and never came back to their homes, my husband was the most famous.

And Telemachus knew that this stranger was not Minty's, but the goddess Athene.

And he went back to the hall of the palace, where a minstrel, Phemius by name, was telling the tale of how the Greek came back from Troy, and of the many things which they suffered because they had sinned against the gods.

And lo, in the midst of his telling, Penelope came down from the upper chamber where she sat, having two handmaids with her.

She stood on the door of the hall, having drawn her veil over her face, and said to the minstrel, Femmius, you know many tales about the deeds of gods and men.

Tell one of these, and let the guests hear it while they drink their wine.

But tell this tale no more, for it breaks my heart to hear it.

Surely I am the most unhappy of women, for all of the chiefs that went to Troy and never came back to their homes, my husband was the most famous.

Then said Telemachus, Mother, Why do you forbid the minstrels to make us glad in the way that he thinks best? Why do you forbid him to sing of the coming back of the Greeks? Tis a new tale, and men always like to hear that which is new.

You know, it could have been done with phemius.

Nolan could have done the thing that he wasted so many minutes in his most, in his, his most recent film Oppenheimer doing and shoehorning in like metafictional elements.

And instead of tearing it out of one of the, like one of the best examples of metafiction in history and the Odyssey could have had a Femius deliver some of that, like BS Lord of the Rings ask sail off into the sunset stuff.

Like that's a better use of Femius is to use him to have some of those stupid voiceover things that no Odysseus would not say.

Even if you have a very unique interpretation of the character, no one would say certain things like that about themselves.

But you know who does that guy, the poet who stands on the table chanting things.