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P.179
"Time had aired a new taste in Zorba's presence. It was no longer a mathmatical succesion of events; nor was it an unsolved problem inside of me.
⭐️ It was warm, finely sigted sand that I felt passing tenderly through my fingers, tickling them.

p.161 “Ive oozed rivers of sweat, and continue to ooze. I do battle with soil, wind, rain, and with workmen, (both) black and red.Nothing pleases me—only one thing: work. Physical and mental, but physical is better. I like to get tired, to sweat...
⭐️🎯I'm not a slave to lucre; lucre is a slave to me.”

p.158
⭐️ "Stones come to life when they spin downhill" Great visionaries and poets see everything in the same way for the first time.
They see a new world before them each morning. No, they do not see this new world they create it.
For Zorba, as for the first humans, the world was vision solidified... He experienced soil, water, animals, and God FREE from the distorting intervention of reason.

p.155
“Since the human element-sex, flesh, outcries of spontaneous passion—is boorish, crude, and unclean, let it become an abstract idea that dematerializes and dissipates through alchemical transformation within the smelting furnace of the mind.”

p.155 “In petered-out religions, gods descend in status and turn into poetic motifs, embroideries decorating people's loneliness or their walls. The same had happened in this poetry.
⭐️The heart's hazy yearnings so filled with soil and seed had descended into a sterile intellectual game, an architecture of empty air.”