Nikos Kazantzakis (from the novel “The Life and Times of Alexis Zorba”), Michael “Zorba The Greek” Anthony Quinn / 20th Century Fox Lila Kedrova in. La esencia de nuestro dios es el combate. Estas palabras que el propio Kazantzakis ha escrito en otra occasion definen cabalmente la figura de Alexis Zorba. NIKOS KAZANTZAKIS ZORBA THE GREEK ‘Throughout my life my greatest They smelled of vomit and eau-de-Cologne, and their eyes were cloudy, terrified ‘You must forgive me, boss,’ he said, ‘but I’m like my grandfather Alexis – God .

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Once he caught hold of a youngish fellow by the scruff of the neck because he was kazanztakis and coming forward hesitatingly. They sensed a quarrel and pricked up their ears. Good night – my lodgings!

But I hid my emotion.

Ulisseia, We fell silent a while. I crouched among the rocks, perched like a seagull on a ledge, and contemplated the sea. Chattering girls appeared niikos fichus as white as snow, long yellow boots, and skirts rucked up; they were going to mass 34 in the convent over slexis, gleaming a dazzling white by the sea.

She was slim, well-dressed, she had a wealth of fair hair, a powerful chin and thin lips.

inkos In his letters to friends and correspondents, Kazantzakis wrote that he chose to write in Demotic Greek to capture the spirit of the people, and to make his writing resonate with the common Greek citizen. God has a very big heart, but there is one sin He will not forgive. Happy is the man, I thought, who, before dying, has the good fortune to sail the Aegean Sea.


The door of the cafe opened, the sea roared, a thickset sailor entered with legs apart and drooping moustaches. She lifted the pot and set it down in front of us. With feet, hands or head – all of them. Johan Grundt Tanum Some Bridges zkrba Understanding”. Do you play the santuri?

It’s no good my trying. The flavor of camomile, weak camomile tea!

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Alexks Modern Sequel inand completed it in after fourteen years of writing and revision. So one day I seized a hatchet The pale-pink mountains were smiling through the mists beneath the autumnal sun.

If God lets dogs enter his paradise, let him open his gate to Retsep Effendi. The old sailor sighed; T wonder what has happened to Captain Lemoni? For centuries the Corsairs had made sudden incursions on to the whole of the Cretan coast facing Africa, ravishing ewes, women and children.

He had finished with the chicken and was beginning to look at Dame Hortense gluttonously. But is not that, too, a form of slavery? Part of the prologue was published in issues of the literary magazine Kritikes Selides [Cretan Pages], December – January pp. They were horny, cracked, deformed and sinewy. Who’s put such a seed in our entrails? But, from time to time, Dame Hortense passed by and 33 the air changed its odour – as if someone had emptied a hairdresser’s bowl under your nose. If my wife says one word too many, how could I possibly be in the mood to play the santuri?


Zorba turned round and gave me a mocking look. And she’s got a parrot. It can divine nothing clearly, nothing with certainty.

Nikos Kazantzakis

I have some lignite in Crete. I watched the men. It was calling to its sons for help. I should fill my soul with flesh. He had finished his studies and was leaving that evening for Greece. Famot[with a prologue by Marie-Louise Bidal-Baudier].

He had thrown himself into the work straight away. The Saviors of God They mustn’t dream of going to madame’s! It would not be a bad thing, I thought, to take this loose-knit fellow with me to that distant, lonely coast. A new revolution broke out in Crete.

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Certainly, to him telegraphy, steam-ships and engines, current morality and kazanntzakis must have appeared like rusty old rifles. I’m the manager and you’re the foreman.

On this Cretan soil, every stone, every tree has its tragic history. She’s still pitching, the devil take her, like the deck of a ship. And you, sky, can rain as much as you please! He never became a committed communist, but visited the Soviet Union and stayed with the Left Opposition politician and writer Victor Serge.