aborted midprocedure

But he had none of the assumed, servile, oriental abjectures that leads man to revile himself as a worthless worm of the dust

[I've l]ooted them all, brought back heirlooms By the ton, and handed it all over To Atreus' son, who hung back in camp Raking it in and distributing damn little.

Gradually, the salty smell abated, or perhaps they had just become nose-blind to it.