Sometimes I think

cr. Sulfur Books Circe is a character I have admired in The Odyssey by Homer. Out of all the gods, heroes, and women we encounter in the epic poem, Circe always caught my eyes since the beginning. I've read and analysed her book in the poem numerous times over my three (approaching four) years in Classics lessons, and the deeper I delve into the story, the more I feel for her. And the emotions I feel whenever Circe is mentioned is, well, complicated.  Circe, a witch banished to Aeaea, brews potions to turn men into pigs. Wicked, huh? At first, I thought, how awful of her! What have those men done to her that she'd have to turn them into pigs? And it just gets worse. Circe is then presented as a hopeless woman, who is at her knees and begging Odysseus to go to bed with her since he managed to defy her spells. That's pathetic , I remember thinking. Why would she do that to her own pride? I was disgusted by her reaction, even more in disbelief when she took care, guided and ...