and the heavy groaning of the sea and the beating of the
rocks is heard from afar, and broken voices on the beach,
and the depths leap up to sight, and the sands are in a
turmoil with the surge. Then, my father, Anchises: ‘No 10
doubt this is that Charybdis; these the cliffs, these the
frightful rocks of Helenus’ song. Snatch us from them,
comrades; rise on your oars as one man.’ They do no
less than bidden; first of all Palinurus turned the plashing
prow to the waters on the left; for the left makes the 15
whole fleet, oars, winds, and all. Up we go to heaven on