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The rocks that rush together, the sleepless shores of Phineus—how did they cross them, running along the salty coast  on Amphitrite's surge, where the fifty daughters of Nereus . . . the circular choruses sing,  with wind in the sails, the guiding rudder creaking under the stern, with southern breezes or by the blasts of the west wind,  to the land of many birds, the white strand, Achilles' lovely race-course, over the Black Sea?