Then I sent out two picked men and a runner to learn what race of men that land sustained. They fell in, soon enough, with Lotus
-Eaters, who showed no will to do us harm, only offering the sweet Lotus to our friends— but those who ate this honeyed plant, the Lotus, never cared to report, nor to return: they longed to stay forever, browsing on that native bloom, forgetful of their homeland.
