Read the passage from The Odyssey - Penelope.Ruses serve my turnto draw the time out—first a close-grained webI had the happy thought to set up weavingon my big loom in the hall. I said, that day:'Young men—my suitors, now my lord is deadlet me finish my weaving before I marry,or else my thread will have been spun in vain.It is a shroud I weave for Lord Laerteswhen cold Death comes to lay him on his bier.The country wives would hold me in dishonorif he, with all his fortune, lay unshrouded.'I reached their hearts that way, and they agreed.So every day I wove on the great loom,but every night by torchlight I unwove it;and so for three years I deceived the Akhaians.