Yeah, I'm thinking Logue proves that anachronisms can have a place in translations of Homer's Iliad.
>Drop into it.
>Noise so clamorous it sucks.
>You rush your pressed-flower hackles out
>To the perimeter.
>And here it comes:
>That unpremeditated joy as you
>-The Uzi shuddering warm against your hip
>Happy in danger in a dangerous place
>Yourself another self you found at Troy -
>Squeeze nickel through that rush of Greekoid scum!
>Oh wonderful, most wonderful, and then again more wonderful
>A bond no word or lack of words can break,
>Love above love!
>And here they come again the noble Greeks,
>Ido, a spear in one a banner in his other hand
>Your life at every instant up for -
>Gone.
>And, candidly, who gives a toss?
>Your heart beats strong. Your spirit grips.
>King Richard calling for another horse (his fifth).