what I find most valuable in Report to Greco is his youthful joie de vivre. As he nears the end of his seventy-four years, after two world wars, and many private pains and privations, Kazantzakis still loves life’s pageant. He reminds me of my children, and their clamour for more; their wide eyes for flowers, wind, bubbles and mud. ‘The world is a bird with red, green and yellow feathers,’ writes Kazantzakis. ‘How the child hunts this bird and tries to catch it.’For me, Report to Greco renews the world’s bright plumage.
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