The Corfu Trilogy (The Corfu Trilogy #1-3)

by Gerald Durrell

it was as though the villa had been standing there waiting for our arrival.

Spiro now took over complete control of our affairs.

Once Spiro had taken charge he stuck to us like a burr.

as though I had conferred some delicate compliment by trying to learn their language.

for I found that by writing things down I could learn and remember much more.

‘Only Saint Francis of Assisi would feel really at home here …’

I had some little time previously borrowed a book from Theodore on the art of exposing fake mediums,

Lazarus,

laughed till I cried.

my mother’s unfailing kindness of heart.

we did not have the dubious benefits of a wireless and so, for the most part, lived in a state of blissful ignorance.

with the typical generosity of the peasants, pulled out his knife.