Pope was living in London when he fashioned this translation that many of us feel was quite invigorating and arrogant. (He was a little man, it should be noted. And had a hump. But was quite the ladies' man.) Here we can see how arrogant he makes Ulyssus sound: Once more I raise my voice; my friends, afraid/ with mild entreaties my design dissuade…But I, of mind elate, and scorning fear,/ Thus with new taunts insult the monster’s ear:/ ‘Cyclop! If any, pitying thy disgrace,/ Ask, who disfigured thus that eyeless face?/ Say ‘twas Ulysses: ‘twas his deed declare,/ Laertes’ son, of Ithaca the fair;/ Ulysses, far in fighting fields renown’d/ Before whose arm Troy tumbled to the ground. (137) trans. Alexander Pope