Of the many smells of Athens two seem to me the most characteristic - that of garlic, bold and deadly like acetylene gas. and that of dust, soft and warm and caressing like tweed.
Evelyn WaughThe anguished suspense of watching the lips you hunger for, framing the words, the death sentence, of sheer triteness!
Evelyn WaughWe cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them...
Evelyn Waugh