Eurymachus spoke among them again a second time: “Friends, for you see that this man will not stay his invincible hands, but now that he was got the polished bow and the quiver, will shoot from the smooth threshold until he slays us all, come, let us take thought of battle. Draw your swords, and hold the tables before you against the arrows that bring swift death, and let us all have at him in a body, in the hope that we may thrust him from the threshold and the doorway, and go throughout the city, and so the alarm be swiftly raised; then should this fellow soon have shot his last.”
Once again, the recitation imbues the words with feeling. On the page, they are flat actions, just what happens next. Spoken, they are intense, they are what is happening now. When I read this story, it is something that has happened. When I hear it, it is happening.