Penelope, who for centuries has been the embodiment of marital fidelity, has been waiting for more than twenty years for her husband’s return. With every day that passes, it becomes less likely that her waiting will be rewarded. The more that reason contradicts her belief that her husband will return unharmed the stronger the conviction becomes that he actually will. Like a chimaera hope pervades her life, lending meaning to her existence. Penelope’s ability to determine her own fate is of course severely limited by the mounting pressure of the horde of suitors, who seek to inherit Ulysses’ riches by marrying the supposed widow.
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