Tarantino's got nothing on Homer

I'd like to read to you a couple of passages from the Odyssey, Book 9:

'He leapt to his feet, lunged with his hands among my fellows, snatched up two of them like whelps and rapped their heads against the ground. The brains burst out from their skulls and were spattere over the cave's floor, while he broke them limb from limb, and supped off them to the last shred, eating ravenously like a mountain lion, everything--bowels and flesh and bones, even the marrow in the bones. We wept and raised out hands to Zeus in horror at this crime committed before our eyes: yet there was nothing we could do. Wherefore Cyclops, unhindered, filled his great gut with the human flesh, and washed it down with raw milk. Afterwards he stretched himself out across the cavern, among the flocks, and slept.'

And also, from Book 9:

'Some power from on high breathed into us all a mad courage, by whose strength they charged with the great spear and stabbed its sharp point right into [the Cyclops'] eye. I flung my weight upon it from above so that it bored home. As a shipbuilder's bit drills its timbers, steadily twirling by reason of the drag from the hide thong which his mates underneath pull to and fro alternately, so we held the burning pointed stake in his eye and spun it, till the boiling blood bubbled about its pillar of fire. Eyebrows, with eyelids shrivelled and stank in the blast of his consuming eyeball: yea, the very roots of the eye crackled into flame.'

Good old classical literature.