An enigmatic statement, perhaps born of the difficulty of pinning down Odysseus’ journey on a real map, although there is no shortage of claims that this bay, or that island, or those straits are unquestionably this, that or the other eventful point on his journey. What a hold this journey continues to have on our imaginations.
Wishing you an unerring compass of the mind, whatever journey you are on.
In the countries of the Odyssey there is no compass saving for the poet’s own mind.
Source: Louis Golding, Good-bye to Ithaca (London: Hutchinson, 1955), p. 26
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