Scatter, now, some glory on this island, which the lord of Olympus,
Zeus, gave Persephone and bowed his head to assent, the pride of the blossoming earth,
Sicily, the rich, to control under towering cities opulent,
Kronion granted her also
a people in love with brazen warfare,
horsemen, a people garlanded over and again
with the gold leaves of olive Olympian.
Pindar, First Nemean Ode (via Mary Taylor Simeti's On Persephone's Island)

"A latter day Voltaire, Sciasia is at heart a cynic, a descendant of an ancient culture who, in his own lifetime, has witnessed his homeland occupied by the Fascists, the Germans, the Americans, and then returned to the Mafia. History has made him the poet of disillusion. In The Wine-Dark Sea, the specimens come unadorned, dug straight from rocky Sicilian turf, and amply reflect the island's soul, a barbed composite of honor and treachery, brutality and wit."
A Happy 4th to everyone! Be back in a few weeks.
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Very envious! (Although it's not yet two years since J. and I were there.) We found an absolute must among lots of other absolute musts was Noto, in the SE corner - like wandering about in a set of Don Giovanni. Happy hols.
It's also the title of the 16th volume of O'Brian's brilliant Aubrey-Maturin series. It begins like this:
"A purple ocean, vast under the sky and devoid of all visible life apart from two minute ships racing across its immensity."
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