«As a child, then, I had almost fallen into the well. When grown up, I nearly fell into the word "eternity," and into quite number of other words too - "love", "hope", "country", "God." As each word was conquered and left behind, I had the feeling that I had escaped a danger and made some progress. But no, I was only changing words and calling it deliverance. And there I had been, for the last two years, hanging over the edge of the word "Buddha".

But I now feel sure - Zorba be praised - that Buddha will be the last well of all, the lastword-precipice, and then I shall be delivered for ever. For ever? That is what we say each time.»

(c) Nikos Kazantzakis - Zorba the Greek

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