To cleave that sea in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
On the Aegean Sea, in Ch. 2 - Zorba the Greek (1946)
To cleave that sea in the gentle autumnal season, murmuring the name of each islet, is to my mind the joy most apt to transport the heart of man into paradise.
On the Aegean Sea, in Ch. 2 - Zorba the Greek (1946)