The Cyclops picked up a magazine from the pile on the coffee table and opened it. The edges of the pages were creased with the imprints of hundreds of other people’s fingers.
He turned page after page, absorbing the details slowly, carefully. Famous faces, dieting, having children, love nests, divorces, mug shots.
He recalled once, being taken to visit a cousin, who lived a day’s ride from Mt Etna, he’d listened to his relatives talking about their diets, having children, love nests, divorces. Wives being turned into spiders, Gods turning into swans and bulls.
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