When we sailed to Ithaka we brought along a scroll of poems given us by the priests of Aeolus. These poems, we were assured, would bring us winds to speed our ship, and guide us through the clashing rocks as well.
By experimenting, we have discovered which poems drive the ship most steadily, surely. Poems that mention Aeolus Himself seem to work best, especially those that praise Him to embarrassing excess.
Poems composed by the Ship’s Official Poet, however, proved – not just unhelpful, but unintelligible, formless, jarring rhythms. Nonetheless we smiled at his self-proclaimed modesty, applauded because finally his reading was done.
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