Eurycleia set him down on the old man’s knees as he finished dinner, urging him, “Autolycus, you must find a name for your daughter’s darling son. The baby comes as the answer to her prayers.” “You, my daughter, and you, my son-in-law,” Autolycus replied, 460 “give the boy the name I tell you now. Just as I have come from afar, creating pain for many — men and women across the good green earth — 463 so let his name be Odysseus . . . the Son of Pain, a name he’ll earn in full.
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