The image occurs to me: Odysseus’ men eating the cattle of the sun; because they are hungry of course. But they do not see that the cattle are sacred, and more to the point, do not belong to them. The word returns to me: νήπιοι. And it felt good to say it.1
- Which is not to say that I felt scorn (well, not much), but rather a sadness at what they could not see, and what they would not, indeed cannot yet, believe, even if told.