“These summer nights are short. Going to bed before midnight is unthinkable and talk, wine, moonlight and the warm air are often in league to defer it one, two or three hours more. It seems only a moment after falling… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
“I found my mind wandering at games; loved boxing and was good at it; and in summer, having chosen rowing instead of cricket, lay… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
“A little later, as we talked of the Maniot dirges by which I was obsessed, I was surprised to hear this bloodshot-eyed and barefoot… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
Looking backward we could almost see, suspended with the most delicate equipoise above the flat little island, the ghostly shapes of those twin orbs… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
“At school some learning by heart was compulsory, though not irksome. But this intake was out-distanced many times, as it always is among people… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
“[Poetry] is a field where England can take on all challengers.” — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
“Often, half in a bay of the mountains and half on a headland, a small and nearly amphibian Schloss mouldered in the failing light… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
“Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of scales below… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image
“These summer nights are short. Going to bed before midnight is unthinkable and talk, wine, moonlight and the warm air are often in league… — Patrick Leigh Fermor Copy Share Image