“Crete,’ I murmured. ‘Crete…’, And my heart beat fast.” Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek When I was very young, my father used to sit in my darkened room with a cigar (simmer down it...
“Crete,’ I murmured. ‘Crete…’, And my heart beat fast.” Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek When I was very young, my father used to sit in my darkened room with a cigar (simmer down it...