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Show 21 And Garrett thinks: every man should be seen off, every man should have a friend. Every kindness ever shown should be repaid. : The sky darkens, the sun slips away. The Naxos, with its hawsers coiled on the deck like great fat snakes and the gulls following above, has started to pitch and roll. The pier, in the distance, has become a plaything for children with small unreal figures still moving about on it. And it has become colder. Garrett stands at the rail and watches. Behind the pier the lights of Pireaus, and behind Pireaus the yellow lights of Athens, are flickering on through the haze. They could be stars. And somewhere in it, behind one of those hills, Garrett imagines the Acropolis as a floodlit postcard, mist drifting up through the columns of the Parthenon, the image perfectly framed, a photographer's dream. |
