If the wife says one word too many, how could I possibly be in the mood to play the santuri? If your children are hungry and screaming at you, you just try to play ! To play the santuri you have to give everything up to it, d’you understand?
Yes, I understood. Zorba was the man I had sought so long in vain. A living heart, a large voracious mouth, a great brute soul, not yet severed from mother earth.
What can you expect from women? He said. That they’ll go and get children by the first man who comes along. What can you expect of men? That they fall into the trap. Mark my words, boss!
How they had entered Novo Rossiisk; how tey had looted shops; how they had gone into houses and and carried off the women. At first the hussies cried and scratched their own faces with their nails and scratched the men, too, but gradually they became tamed, they shut their eyes and yelped with pleasure. They were women, in fact. . .