Zorba the Greek. A wild wind whirls through an open door. A wild old man strides into a dingy waiting room. His face is like a side of cheese the maggots have been at, but his eyes are bright and piercing. "Hollow cheeks, strong jaw, jutting cheekbones, a large voracious mouth, a living heart, a great brute soul not yet severed from Mother Earth"—this is Zorba the Greek. He strides up to a young man he has never seen before and looks deep into his eves. "I like you," he announces fiercely. "Take me with you."
"Why?" the young man answers with...
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