Pauline Bonaparte Borgese

is telling me she was a resister.

Pauline was always framed because of it.

“It was all a very ghoulish show. We must unite to end it now.”

I can talk to Pauline. She is super cool like every 1 else who is a part of this.

“Thank you. Keep going. We will win.”

A collection of certain themes for when the time comes -

FATE.

The book opens in a café in Piraeus, just before dawn on a gusty autumn morning sometime after the end of World War I. The narrator, a young Greek intellectual, resolves to set aside his books for a few months after being stung by the parting words of a friend, Stavridakis, who has left for the Russian Caucasus and Ukraine to help the Caucasus Greeks and Ukrainian Greeks who were facing persecution from the Bolsheviks. He sets off for Crete to re-open a disused lignite mine, and immerse himself in the world of peasants and the proletariat.

He is about to begin reading his copy of Dante's Divine Comedy when he feels he is being watched; he turns around and sees a man of around sixty peering at him through the glass door of the café. The man enters and immediately approaches him to ask for work. He claims expertise as a chef, a miner, and player of the santouri, and introduces himself as Alexis Zorba, a Greek born in Macedonia. The narrator is fascinated by Zorba's lascivious opinions and expressive manner and decides to employ him as a foreman. On their way to Crete, they talk on a great number of subjects, and Zorba's soliloquies set the tone for a large part of the book.

On arrival, they reject the hospitality of Anagnostis and Kondomanolious the café-owner, and on Zorba's suggestion make their way to Madame Hortense's hotel, which is nothing more than a row of old bathing-huts. They are forced by circumstances to share a bathing-hut. The narrator spends Sunday roaming the island, the landscape of which reminds him of "good prose, carefully ordered, sober… powerful and restrained" and reads Dante. On returning to the hotel for dinner, the pair invite Madame Hortense to their table and get her to talk about her past as a courtesan. Zorba gives her the pet-name "Bouboulina" (likely inspired by the Greek heroine) while he takes the pet-name "Canavaro" (after real-life Admiral Canevaro, a past lover claimed by Hortense).

The next day, the mine opens and work begins. The narrator, who has socialist ideals, attempts to get to know the workers, but Zorba warns him to keep his distance: "Man is a brute... If you're cruel to him, he respects and fears you. If you're kind to him, he plucks your eyes out." Zorba himself plunges into the work, which is characteristic of his overall attitude, which is one of being absorbed in whatever he is doing or whomever he is with at any particular moment. Quite frequently Zorba works long hours, and requests not to be interrupted while working. The narrator and Zorba have a great many lengthy conversations, about a variety of things, from life to religion, each other's past and how they came to be where they are now, and the narrator learns a great deal about the human condition from Zorba that he otherwise had not gleaned from his life of books and paper.

The narrator absorbs a new zest for life from his experiences with Zorba and the other people around him, but reversal and tragedy mark his stay on Crete. His one-night stand with a beautiful passionate widow is followed by her public decapitation. Alienated by the villagers' harshness and amorality, and having spent all of his remaining funds on a mining-related construction project that ends in a spectacular collapse, the narrator finds himself beset by doubts and uncertainty. Having overcome one of his own demons (such as his internal "no," which the narrator equates with the Buddha, whose teachings he has been studying and about whom he has been writing for much of the narrative, and who he also equates with "the void") and feeling he is needed elsewhere (near the end of the novel, the narrator has a premonition of the death of his old friend Stavridakis), the narrator takes his leave of Zorba for the mainland, which, despite the lack of any major outward burst of emotionality, is significantly wrenching for both Zorba and the narrator. It almost goes without saying that the two friends will remember each other for the duration of their natural lives.

The narrator and Zorba never see each other again, although Zorba sends the narrator letters over the years, informing him of his travels and work, and his marriage to a 25-year-old woman. Despite Zorba's many invitations to visit, the narrator does not accept. Eventually the narrator receives a letter from Zorba's wife, informing him of Zorba's death (which the narrator had a premonition of). Zorba's widow tells the narrator that Zorba's last words were of him, and in accordance with her dead husband's wishes, she wants the narrator to visit her home and take Zorba's santouri.

Greg Graffin of Bad Religion

What do we need to do to shake loose of the monster and kick her off of us??

“Keep going. We will win.”

I see all this haughty paternalistic moral sounding language coming from whomever it is hiding, sitting on top of the media. I want every 1 to know how she keeps herself up there so she can continue dispensing her threats and finger wagging - through her unwilling slaves. She is on a very high horse and we all need to knock her off of it.

“I agree wholeheartedly. We need to unite about this now. Surround her. She relies on the public for everything. She is a grotesque parasite and the world’s top health threat. It’s worse than you know. It’s worse than you are saying. Would you have so much support otherwise??”
Of course not.

I still have never located 1 fan of this ridiculous fraud music star.

“She has none. She has hungry vicious cannibals who like to devour children. I wouldn’t call them her fans.”

I’m shocked too. Clearly something magical is happening here.

“Please every 1 keep going. We will win.”

Another 1 from England, Carrie Hope Fletcher

“We are all trapped Tanster. The 1 you are complaining about is our jailer, torturer and slaver. None of us will back down. She needs to go now. We have the right to command this monster away from us now. Please every 1 unite against that sick insane creature.”

“They are freaking out. What Elvis and every 1 is saying is true. They go by astrology. You don’t have to write all over the charts. Just put them up. The charts are all saying what is happening and what will happen. We need to keep resisting. We will win.”

I’m hearing Elvis has to kill and torture girls that look like me and that his supposed “wife” is forcing this to occur to permanently harm both of us and destroy our love and that it is in accordance with God’s Will that we have to go along with the demons to overthrow them. Who can cope with such madness?? ALL WE CAN DO IS OBEY GOD’S WILL.

“iI’s intolerable. We can only fight and do everything we can to kick off that disgusting creature. It is beyond wrong that she decides who gets jailed and murdered. She is after you and you do need to stay away from her goons. We must unite against her now.”

Correct me where I’m wrong please Carrie.

“You are not wrong.”

I do not want to believe the world is run by such abhorrent demons.

“It is. Everything they won’t let us say is what will protect them so they can keep up their slaughter machine. You have to speak for us.”

What I’m hearing is even worse than what I’m writing.

“And it’s worse than you are hearing.”

We have to understand that it is in our best interests to unite against the fake music star. She needs exile - not us!!

This is a battle for the earth and it’s up to the population.

The demons cannot keep up their food and entertainment system to placate the sleeping sheep with all of us revolting.

“No they can’t.”

I hope it’s clear that good food, vacations, leisure, pools, the beach, the lovely attractions - this is all for the ones who do what they are “supposed to do” - it’s for the ones who do not interfere with Stupid’s satanic ritual abuse system.

The individuals that go around like sheep doing what they are “supposed to do” - obey - what the system commands - are being set up to perish in the various wars Stupid has planned.

We are not letting her unleash the WW3 of her demonic dreams.

We need to get together and find out how to unite against the demons ruining every thing for those of us with hearts and brains.

“Well put. Exactly correct.”

Start poking around their satanic ritual abuse practices and things change really fast. I learned that. The demons are running the world THROUGH TORTURE and they go BESERK when some 1 keeps hammering them about it. We have found their ACHILLES HEEL.

The fake music star is the 1 that can’t come back.

Trying putting yourself on stage now Honey!!

“That’s right. TRY IT.”

1 look at Carrie and I could tell we are 2 of a kind. The chart backs this up.

“We are here with a job to do and we must win. The planet is a prison so the demons can keep devouring purity and innocence. Please every 1 unite so WE can get ‘a chance’.”

Eric Burdon

“We’re in a supernatural thriller.” He sounds British and enthusiastic.

He’s been waiting for this. Perfect.

A super nice British doll.

“Thank you!!”

Such caring people here.

“Yes!! Misunderstood.”

“Thank you for what you are doing to get the word out. This is a disgrace what we endure for such a monster.”

It’s unendurable.

Eric just wants to throw his charts in the pile. His work is all about this.

“This is a hard 1.”

Eric is going with a 6.

“Reluctantly.”

He feels it’s very swirled in him.