“Scattered with poppies, the golden-green waves of the cornfields faded. The red sun seemed to tip one end of a pair of… — 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
