Nikos Kazantzakis
(1883–1957) Greek writer
Egyptian high priest, Book X, line 90
The Odyssey : A Modern Sequel (1938)
Context: A slave's soul has no worth, my brothers; it lacks strength
to tread on this great earth with gallantry and freedom.
I pity the poor slaves, they're nought but airy mist,
a light breeze scatters them, a fragrance knocks them down;
it's only just they crawl on the earth on hands and knees.
Today I'll write a hymn to God and pray for this great grace.
