The whole Mediterranean, the sculpture, the palm, the gold beads, the bearded heroes, the wine, the ideas, the ships, the moonlight, the winged gorgons, the bronze men, the philosophers -all of it seems to rise in the sour, pungent taste of these black olives between the teeth. A taste older than meat, older than wine. A taste as old as cold water.
Lawrence Durrell, "Prospero's Cell"
4 comments:
Can't say it better than that. Very cool.
Happiness is... finding two olives in your twistini when you're hungry. (Paraphrased over Johnny Carson).
I see the tentacles as a *portal* through which one enters this beautiful watery world. Also a *guardian*, because only the pure of heart can enter.
NOTE: I'm in my fantasy world again :D
Leave Water World to a bad actor/director :-)
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