Aut cum scuto aut in scuto
Getting from here to there was a lot more work in a trireme.
For my purpose holds, to sail beyond the sunset, and the baths of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs shall wash us down, it may be that we shall touch the happy isles, and see the great Achilles, whom we knew.You sir, are a scholar and a gentleman, or gentlewoman. Respect.
No doubt they are "sailing over the wine-dark sea." I hope they don't hear the Sirens' song!
I always wondered about what that line anon quoted meant, until I realized that at night, standing watch on a trireme, sailing that same wine dark sea, the stars would appear, over the course of the night, to slowly dip into the western sea as the earth itself turned. The baths of the stars! Epiphany! What a wonderful line, so magnificently said.