You will not find what you seek
in the steep streets of Ilium
He’s married. You know that marks him beyond desire and marks his circumspect attentions faulty. I whisper at lunch to you that no good will come and listen to you wonder deliciously what’s wrong between him and his lovely wife. There’s nothing wrong. They all have lovely wives and married eyes that show caution to the wind. They fear you a little. They fear your fresh laughter, their desire for you, and what they want to do. It is not one woman he fails to give to now but two. Instead of surrender you share a dream in which he finds himself with you. Vain friend: Circe and Calypso too were each once beautiful as you.