The Colussus of Maroussi.
» The Colussus of Maroussi » , Henry Miller, 1941, πρώτη σελίδα.
» I would never have gone to Greece had it not been for a girl named Betty Ryan who lived in the same house with me in Paris. One evening, over a glass of white wine, she began to talk of her experiences in roaming about the world. I always listened to her with great attention, not only because her experiences were strange but because when she talked about her wanderings she seemed to paint them : everything she described remained in my head like finished canvases by a master. It was a peculiar conversation that evening : we began talking about China and the Chinese language which she had begun to study. Soon, we were in the North Africa, in the desert, among peoples I had never heard before. And then suddenly she was all alone, walking beside a river, and the light was intense and I followed her as best as I could in the blinding sun but she got lost and I found myself wandering about in a strange land listening to a language I had never heard before.
she is not exactly a storyteller, this girl, but she is an artist of some sort , because nobody has ever given me thw ambience of a place so thoroughly as she did Greece. Long afterwards I discovered it was near Olympia that she had gone astray and I with her , but at the time it was just Greece to me, a world of light such as I had never dreamed of and never hoped to see.»
* φωτό : η είσοδος στο στάδιο της Ολυμπίας, από την έκδοση ‘Buried Cities’ , 1922, Jennie Hall.
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