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Quentin Crisp on Yeros
Apart from a few restaurateurs in England and America, Mr Yeros is the only Greek gentleman that I have ever known, but I’ve always been dimly aware that, as a nation, the Greeks have been consumed by a passion for the human body so much so that, during its heyday, Athens must have looked like an outfitter’s window during a weekday strike.
This book at first appears to confirm this ancient belief but, as one turns the pages and the postures of the models become more and more bizarre, one realizes the whole idea is being deliciously satirized a thoroughly entertaining book.
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