I read the Odyssey because it was the story of a man who returned home after being absent for more than twenty years and was recognized only by his dog.
Open debate and full discourse on the topic of torture is a double-edged sword.
On the other hand, I don't understand the enthusiasm for everything in the antique shop that Grandma threw out. There, the sense of quality has declined; otherwise Grandma wouldn't have thrown it out.

