...was our first excursion around the whole island, in years. We sailed past Malea Point to Eresos, to Antiss, then Methymn, and round our island, back ... ...lleviate my longing. Her perfume, kisses and caresses were not the crude, male love I wanted. However, I was half in my dreams and I remembered the ... ...haraxos...no, harshness is not in keeping with a wedding. I can hear the male chorus. I hear the surf... Below us, the ocean eats at its rocks, ab... ... together...played cards, talked about my Anghiari...when she posed I had singers for her... I loaned her little sums; she lent me money; she sent m... ...ain off his face. Probably he was perplexed since he could not understand Italian. “The King is sick,” I said, reading the note. “He wants me to com... ...lf of his church in Rheims. There are artisans from Suresnes. There is an Italian group, enroute to Paris. However, it is not so much the visitors, ... ...ites, have fled to Paris for the winter. I have hours to contemplate his Italian plunder: in his salons, his superb col- lection of Mazzoni marbles—... ...ness, out of the wilderness...” I turned in mighty late that night, yet singers were still singing, singing “Gen- tle Annie” and other favorites. ...