![]() ![]() Greece herself may become embroiled as we ourselves are now becoming embroiled, but I refuse categorically to become anything less than the citizen of the world which I silently declared myself to be when I stood in Agamemnon’s tomb. The last lines of The Colossus of Maroussi read like both a declaration and an admonition: ![]() ![]() ![]() Men may go about their puny, ineffectual bedevilment, even in Greece, but God’s magic is still at work and…no matter what the race of man may do or try to do, Greece is still a sacred precinct-and my belief is it will remain so until the end of time. Somehow, almost as if He were nodding, Greece still remains under the protection of the Creator. Marvelous things happen to one in Greece-marvelous good things which can happen to one nowhere else on earth. Miller writes in The Colossus of Maroussi: Yet, the protagonist in the book is the Colossus Katsimbalis although some critics say that the book is a self-portrait of Miller himself on a journey of a lifetime in an unforgettable place. The intellectual company was joined by Nobel laureate poet Giorgos Seferis and the renowned painter, sculptor, and writer Nikos Hatzikyriakos Ghikas. Soon enough, a circle of artists, poets, and writers formed around Miller, Katsimbalis, and Durrell. ![]()
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