'Ulysses - Experiencing the Unknown'

'Ulysses complains that he is fresh  as a king, home with his of age(p) wife, stuck passing enlightened laws for a rough race  that sleeps and take in but does non know him. He does non regard to cease his travels; he has made the just ab surface of his tone, having suffered and experienced sport both with others and wholly and both at ocean and on the shore. He is a famous rear; he has seen the valet de chambre and has been honored everywhere. He also has enjoyed battling at Troy with his peer warriors.\nHe is a part of on the whole that I live met,  but this is non the end, for his experience is an arch to new experiences, with the perspective always beyond reach. It is boring to moderate and wither by and be uneffective in his doddery age; scarcely breathing is not life. Multiple lives would be too exact to get the some out of existence, and fine of his one life remains, but at least he is alive and at that place is time for something more.  It would be a violate to do zip for even 3 days; he does not penury to store himself away. His colour in spirit  yearns to pull ahead knowledge and comply it like a sinking star, / beyond the utmost leaping of human thought. In contrast, his son Telemachus, who go out succeed him as king, seems content to hang on put and merely rule the people. Ulysses loves him and knows that he will use up his prudence to mold wisely, turning the problematic  people mild,  and he is blameless  and mighty  in his common duties.  He honors the familys gods. Yet, Telemachus does not have his fathers efficacy; He kit and boodle his work, I mine. \nUlysses looks at the port and the sea beyond, calling to him. He recalls the thunder and the sunshine  of his mariners exciting travels together, their unacquainted(p) hearts  and ease minds, and understands that he and they atomic number 18 old now. Yet, they yet can do something noble and desirable to their greatne ss, especially as they are work force who once fought with gods. barge fades, and the day wanes. Ulysses calls out that it is... '