“Look at my massive size! Great Jupiter, high in the heavens, / hasn’t a larger frame (in the tale you people keep telling / some Jove or other is reigning up there). A forest of hair / towers over my strong stern features and shades my magnificent shoulders. / Don’t think me ugly because my body’s a bristling thicket of prickly hair. A tree is ugly without any foliage...” (Polyphemus speaking, Metamorphoses, 13.842-7).