Odysseus scans the carnage to see whether any Suitors are left breathing. But no; all are dead, lying in the gore like fishes that the fishermen have hauled from the iron-gray sea onto the winding shore meshed in the intricate nets; and they, the fish, lie there on the sand, croaking for the salty waves, but the blazing Sun beats the life from them… An undignified simile for an unworthy group of men.
