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.
What a person praises is perhaps a surer standard, even than what he condemns, of his own character, information and abilities.
It's like you asked me about the depression thing: you grope towards an understanding of whatever it is your going through, and it's not personal, there are forces in play around you, and you seek to understand them and that way you can go on.

