The Country Postman

«As I reached the mountain track, I heard a trumpet sound. The country postman was announcing his arrival in the village.
"Master!" he called to me, waving his hand.
He came over and gave me a packet of newspapers, come literary reviews and two letters: one I immediately put away in my pocket to read in the evening, when day is done and the spirit is calm. I knew who had written it and I wanted to defer my joy so that it should last longer.»

Nikos Kazantzakis, Zorba the Greek (1946)

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