“I hate all virtues based on food and bloated bellies;
though food and drink are good, I'm better slaked and fed
by that inhuman flame which burns in our black bowels.
I like to name that flame which burns within me God!”

— Nikos Kazantzakis

Odysseus, Book XI, line 840
The Odyssey : A Modern Sequel (1938)

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Greek writer 1883–1957

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