The wicked enchantress (whose name is Circe, the sister of King Aetes) dwells in the marble palace which you see yonder among the trees.
If Circe had never done anything worse, I really should not think her so very much to blame.
Out of the high heaven is she summoned, from mystic communion with her own perfection, from majestic labours in the Sistine Chapel of the Stars,--yea, she must put aside her gold-leaf and purples and leave unfinished the very panels of the throne of God,--that Circe shall have her palace, and her worshippers their gilded sty.
Finally, they settled upon a Circe less besieged of the hoarse and grunting mob.
It told of the adventures of Odysseus in Thesprotis after the killing of the Suitors, of his return to Ithaca, and his death at the hands of Telegonis, his son by Circe
You are to play the Circe
up to date, and I am to be beguiled.
For my own part, I must confess, so compassionate is my temper, I wish Polypheme had confined himself to his milk diet, and preserved his eye; nor could Ulysses be much more concerned than myself, when his companions were turned into swine by Circe
, who showed, I think, afterwards, too much regard for man's flesh to be supposed capable of converting it into bacon.
Now both Circe
and Psyche peeped from her brightened eyes.
D'Artagnan was again in the presence of the Circe
who had before surrounded him with her enchantments.
When Ulysses heard this he put the lid on the chest and made it fast with a bond that Circe
had taught him.
He felt a loathing for them such as Circe
must have felt for her swine.
Wolf Larsen it was, always Wolf Larsen, enslaver and tormentor of men, a male Circe
and these his swine, suffering brutes that grovelled before him and revolted only in drunkenness and in secrecy.