Isn’t this a signal of perfect companionship, whether as friends, family or lovers? That hours pass like lightening?
‘We started off in the direction of the village. The hours among the rocks had passed as time passes between lovers, like lightening.’
Source: Zorba the Greek, Nikos Kazantzakis, trans. Carl Wildman, Faber & Faber, p. 37
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