John Mole, It's All Greek To Me!: A Tale Of A Mad Dog And An Englishman, Ruins, Retsina--and Real Greeks Quotes

For the first few months I went round in a linguistic fog. Often I only realized what someone had said minutes or even days or weeks afterwards.

It was tempting to take refuge in feelings of British superiority, although I disliked myself for it and hoped it didn't show.

The American Club was for those who preferred to have dinner at six and brunch on a Sunday and avoid the stress of dealing with Greeks and their language.

It was my first dead body and I waited for the appropriate feelings. I didn't know what feelings to expect, which was worse than realising that I had none.

What troubled me most is that although I was an unwilling observer, I felt guilty myself as if something in what I witnessed touched a shameful and repressed desire.

I drank through the buzz of befuddlement into perfect clarity and out again into the blissful confusion of true intoxication.