By Henry Miller
Carrying on with the subversive self-revelation all started in Tropic of melanoma and Tropic of Capricorn, Henry Miller takes readers alongside a mad, free-associating trip from the damp dirt of his Brooklyn early life to the sun-splashed cafes and squalid apartments of Paris. With incomparable glee, Miller shifts without problems from Virgil to venereal illness, from Rabelais to Roquefort. during this seductive technicolor swirl of Paris and ny, he captures like nobody else the mixing of individuals and the towns they inhabit.
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I asked. We were both in a good humour, not so much for having drunk a lot as on account of the indescribable happiness within us. We were deeply aware, each of us in our own way, that we were two ephemeral little insects, clinging tightly to the terrestrial bark, that we had found a convenient corner near the sea, behind some bamboos, planks and empty petrol-cans, where we hung together, and, lastly, that we had before us some pleasant things and food, and within us serenity, affection and security.
He said, stopping abruptly. We had arrived at the hut. Zorba looked at me tenderly and uneasily. I did not reply. I felt my mind was in agreement with Zorba, but my heart resisted, wanted to leap out and escape from the brute, to go its own road. T'm not sleepy this evening, Zorba,' I said. ' The stars were shining, the sea was sighing and licking the shells, a glow-worm lit under its belly its little erotic lantern. Night's hair was streaming with dew. I lay face downward, plunged in silence, thinking of nothing.
That's better,' he said. He winked at me and asked: 'Why don't you laugh? Why d'you look at me like that? That's how I am. There's a devil in me who shouts, and I do what he says. " and I dance. And I feel better! Once, when my little Dimitraki died, in Chalcidice, I got up as I did a moment ago and I danced. The relations and friends who saw me dancing in front of the body rushed up to stop me. " But if at that moment I had not danced, I should really have gone mad - from grief. Because it was my first son and he was three years old and I could not bear to lose him.