Read the excerpt from Part 4 of The Odyssey.There, as the whirlpool drank the tide, a billow tossed me, and I sprang for the great fig tree,catching on like a bat under a bough.Nowhere had I to stand, no way of climbing,the root and bole being far below, and far above my head the branches and their leaves, massed, overshadowing Charybdis pool.