Sailing from the island of Aiolos, whose king has given him a bag containing all of the winds, Odysseus dozes on deck and his companions get curious.
So they loosened the bag and the winds rushed out together.
Storm winds seized them and carried them wailing their hearts out,
over the sea away from their homes. But I
awakened from sleep, considered in my excellent heart
whether to drop from the deck and die right there in the sea
or to endure, keep silent, go on being one of the living.
{Anne Carson, A Praise of Sleep}
