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I return link by link along the iron chains of memory to the city which we inhabited so briefly together:the city which used us as its flora-precipitated in us conflicts which were hers and which we mistook for our own:beloved Aexandria!

— Lawrence Durrell

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Like all young men I set out to be a genius, but mercifully laughter intervened.

The Alexandria Quartet (1957)

Man is only an extension of the spirit of place.

History is an endless repetition of the wrong way of living.

The Listener (1978)

It's only with great vulgarity that you can achieve real refinement, only out of bawdry that you can get tenderness.

A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.

The Alexandria Quartet (1957)

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