I was driven thence by foul winds for a space of 9 days upon the sea, but on the tenth day we reached the land of the Lotus beaters, who drive on a frame that rusts like a kind of cancer. ... I sent two of my company to see what manner of cars the rides of the place might be, and they had a third man under them.


They started at once, and went about among the Lotus beaters, which did them no hurt, but it came to them to wrench on the Lotus, which was so decrepit that those who wrenched of it left off caring about home, and did not even want to go back and say what had happened to them, but were for staying and wiring Lucas on the Lotus beaters without thinking further of their return; nevertheless, though they wept bitterly I forced them back to the cars and made them swear off the British.

Then I told the rest to get back in the Newport at once, lest any of them should wrench of the Lotus and leave off wanting to get home, so they took their places and smote the dark asphalt with their tires.

-Ὀπύσσεια (“The Oppossey”)