«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)
"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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