ABSTRACT
My Odyssey, it seems to me, is my finest work. I shall leave it to the fatherland in memory of me. I, a Russian spider, attached myself to the tail of an eagle, Homer, and flew up with him to a high cliff – and there, in an inaccessible crevice, I wove for myself a lovely web. I can boast that this conscientious, long-term, and arduous project was conducted with utter selflessness, purely for the charm of the work.
