Proteus

"They are coming, waves. The whitemaned seahorses, champing, brightwindbridled, the steeds of Mananaan"

Nestor

"A poor soul gone to heaven: and on a heath beneath winking stars a fox, red reek of rapine in his fur, with merciless bright eyes scraped in the earth, listened, scraped up the earth, listened, scraped and scraped."

Telemachus

"Who chose this face for me?. This dogsbody to rid of vermin"