Волхв

Chapter 7

           Intheotherdirection,overtheclutterofroofs,laythemassiveblacksilhouetteoftheAcropolis.Itwastooreal,tooexactlyasimagined,tobetrue.ButIfeltasgladlyandexpectantlydisorientated,ashappilyandalertlyalone,asAliceinWonderland.

           

           PhraxoslayeightdazzlinghoursinasmallsteamersouthofAthens,aboutsixmilesoffthemainlandofthePeloponnesusandinthecenterofalandscapeasmemorableasitself:tothenorthandwest,agreatflexedarmofmountains,inwhosecrooktheislandstood;totheeastadistantgentlypeakedarchipelago;tothesouththesoftbluedesertoftheAegeanstretchingawaytoCrete.Phraxoswasbeautiful.Therewasnootheradjective;itwasnotjustpretty,picturesque,charmingitwassimplyandeffortlesslybeautiful.IttookmybreathawaywhenIfirstsawit,floatingunderVenuslikeamajesticblackwhaleinanamethysteveningsea,anditstilltakesmybreathawaywhenIshutmyeyesnowandrememberit.ItsbeautywasrareevenintheAegean,becauseitshillswerecoveredwithpinetrees,Mediterraneanpinesaslightasgreenfinchfeathers.Nine-tenthsoftheislandwasuninhabitedanduncultivated:nothingbutpines,coves,Silence,sea.Herdedintoonecorner,thenorthwest,layaspectacularagglomerationofsnow-whitehousesaroundacoupleofsmallharbors.

           Butthereweretwoeyesores,visiblelongbeforewelanded.OnewasanobeseGreek-Edwardianhotelnearthelargerofthetwoharbors,asathomeonPhraxosasahansomcabinaDorictemple.

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