Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1915 edition. Excerpt: ...but white and ruddy and like the gods. Off Lemnos, Wednesday, April 14th. We are very sad, for we have been here all day and are not allowed to land as it is a naval base. Still the sunshine and the blue sky are heavenly, and there is a great deal going on from time to time. Two torpedo boats have come to talk to us, and the French one has carried off tons of letter-bags and a man who, previously in mufti, has now emerged as a gorgeous English staffofficer, also another French officer, and a plain little individual in a grey frockcoat and bowler hat and yellow gloves. Two French submarines keep dodging round also. Now they are gone and we are left looking at the bare hills of the island--no trees and no people--and the lines of battleships round the corner. They say that we are only fifteen miles from the Dardanelles. Here is a bit of grass of Parnassus, from the Acropolis. It was most wonderful and beautiful. I always feel that ruins are dead things, and never want very much to see them. But these ruins against the blue sky--the purple distance--themselves glowing and trembling with colour, rosy colour, merging now and again into gold or faint purple--were haunted with beauty that made one weep with joy. How wonderful it must have been, but how small! You could throw a stone from the Parthenon to the Temple of Esculapius or the Theatre of Dionysus round the corner. How small, how aristocratic it must all have been! I couldn't understand the guide and wondered where the Wingless Victory was. There was her Temple, but it was empty. I remember the Victory with Wings in Paris. Where did she come from? In the margin--She came from Samothrace. I have just remembered. I saw the place where the Elgin Marbles were taken from. It was like seeing...
