A slightly demented but yet oddly positive perspective of Greek life from an expat American/Irish point of view.
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Friday, July 17, 2009
A T.S. Eliot Morning...
"... And the bird called, in response to The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery, And the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses Had the look of flowers that are looked at. There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting." BURNT NORTON (from No. 1 of 'Four Quartets') by T.S. Eliot
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