In his notebook Blanford wrote: Immortality must feel something like this for a poet. Suppose I were to tell you that here, in perfect peace, we sail eastward under cloudless skies upon a windless cerulean sea with not one Homeric curl in it.… The Khedive is the royal yacht which is carrying us i...
The Clergyman’s son is the Devil’s grandson. Every gypsy praises his own basket. —Cypriot Greek proverbs WITH THE POLITICAL issues irremediably landlocked by the implacability of Turkish opinion, both metropolitan and domestic, the island was now to be turned upon another course, away from the ac...