Sunlight in the Wine (dedikált példány)

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The stream was rushing down past the garden as if it had just been released from some dark underground prison into the sunlight. The whole impression was of a tremendous renewal of chaotic dancing life, and it wasn't difficult to imagine water nymphs whirling above wet boulders in celebration of some extraordinary event.
I really think I started to come alive in that little forest taverna and remember that true pleasure is a matter of feeling connected back to the earth. When we left I could have embraced every living thing around me.
We linked arms as we danced together and Nico turned every so often to yell delightedly to his son as he bobbed up and down beside us on the mashed and bleeding grapes. " This is how you do it."
After a serious illness the author exchanged London streets for centuries-old footpaths on a Greek island. He and his companion began converting a cottage in a green valley with the help of various island people, including three ancient builders, a... Tovább

Fülszöveg

The stream was rushing down past the garden as if it had just been released from some dark underground prison into the sunlight. The whole impression was of a tremendous renewal of chaotic dancing life, and it wasn't difficult to imagine water nymphs whirling above wet boulders in celebration of some extraordinary event.
I really think I started to come alive in that little forest taverna and remember that true pleasure is a matter of feeling connected back to the earth. When we left I could have embraced every living thing around me.
We linked arms as we danced together and Nico turned every so often to yell delightedly to his son as he bobbed up and down beside us on the mashed and bleeding grapes. " This is how you do it."
After a serious illness the author exchanged London streets for centuries-old footpaths on a Greek island. He and his companion began converting a cottage in a green valley with the help of various island people, including three ancient builders, a carpenter who also cut hair and played the violin, and a peasant farmer who ran a haulage business with three mules on the side. The sheer perversity of these characters, and their stubborn will to live, do more for the author than all the pills in the world, and he is soon learning which weeds are edible, how to make his wine, and what runaway sheep get up to early in the morning. Most importantly, he gets his health back, and it is his celebration of what it means to feel truly alive again, whether the valley is drowning in butterflies, or ringing with snow, that makes his book such a joy to read. Vissza