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On the breathless silence of the cool air came the small sounds of the village which later I could identify exactly, attaching to each the name of a friend: Michaelis’s bees burring among the blossoms, Andreas’s pigeons murmuring. . . .
— Lawrence Durrell
Tsarouchis
All the way across Italy you find yourself moving through a landscape severely domesticated — each valley laid out after the architect’s pattern, brilliantly lighted, human.
— Lawrence Durrell
Vittorio Giardino
"Mrs. Zambaco" (1870)
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
C.P. Cavafy’s cousin Maria Zambaco (1843–1914), born Marie Terpsithea Cassavetti, artist and model.
It is clear that Chuang Tzu is a very dangerous writer, and the publication of his book in English is obviously premature.
He would be disturbing at dinner-parties, and impossible at afternoon teas, and his whole life was a protest against platform speaking.
— Oscar Wilde
Space, light and solitude will have to be rediscovered again here, in all their ramifications.
— Lawrence Durrell
Yannis Tsarouchis
Every curve here is a caress, nakedness to the delighted eyes, an endearment. Every prospect is contained in a frame of cypress and olives and brilliant roofs.
— Lawrence Durrell, Prospero’s Cell (1945)
Sargent, Olive Trees, Corfu (1909)
On the breathless silence of the cool air came the small sounds of the village which later I could identify exactly, attaching to each the name of a friend: Michaelis’s bees burring among the blossoms, Andreas’s pigeons murmuring....
— Lawrence Durrell, Bitter Lemons
Tsarouchis
There are forms of greatness, you know, which when not applied in art or religion make havoc of ordinary life.
— Lawrence Durrell, The Alexandria Quartet
Luisa, Marchesa Casati Stampa di Soncino (Augustus John)
Greece is a good place to look at the moon, isn't it?
You can read by moonlight
You can read on the terrace
You can see a face
as you saw it when you were young
There was good light then. . . .
— Leonard Cohen, "Days of Kindness"
(Corfu Moon: Bill Metallinos)
The only cross I have to bear is that everywhere I go I am asked to sign one of my brother's books.
As usual, I oblige, signing the book 'Marcel Proust', with the appropriate flourish.
— Lawrence Durrell, saluting brother Gerald
(Loomis Dean)