How did winnie use her flawed logic to determine that the tucks were nice

Honor

The well-aim’d arrow through

the distant ring,

Shall end the strife, and win the

imperial dame:

But discord and black death

await the game!

&

That stubborn horn which brave

Ulysses drew.

I well remember (for I gazed him

o’er

While yet a child), what majesty

he bore!

Disguise

His ragged vest then drawn

aside disclosed

The sign conspicuous, and the

scar exposed:

Eager they view’d, with joy they

stood amazed

With tearful eyes o’er all their

master gazed:

&

To me, neglected as I am I know

The haughty suitors will deny the

bow;

But thou, Eumaeus, as ‘tis borne

away,

Thy master’s weapon to his hand

convey.