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gives us Aliagas, the emaciated<br />
and smooth-faced neighborhood<br />
pauper, who describes eloquently<br />
and poetically to the neighborhood<br />
housewives the [fictitious and nonexistent]<br />
elaborate meals that he<br />
has prepared and consumed. The<br />
housewives all marvel at his gastronomic<br />
prowess, and then exhort<br />
and implore him to accept some of<br />
their own homely, simple food; this<br />
is nothing but a stratagem to offer<br />
alms and food to the pauper in a<br />
way that would not hurt his pride<br />
or make him appear the beggar.<br />
Hospitality is overriding in Crete to<br />
Vassilis Stenos<br />
the point that, even nowadays,<br />
Cretan hosts will urge a guest to<br />
partake of their food in ways and<br />
with language the guest could<br />
consider obtrusive, even brash.<br />
This constitutes part of an ageslong<br />
shrewd and astute game, in<br />
which the host has to preempt the<br />
guest's initial, polite, refusal of the<br />
food offered.<br />
In Report to Greco, Kazantzakis<br />
describes a poignant incident that<br />
shows how Cretans interpret their<br />
duty of hospitality. In one of the<br />
author's treks throughout Crete,<br />
nightfall found him at an unfamil-<br />
42 GREEKGOURMETRAVELER<br />
Vassilis Stenos<br />
iar village. He knocked on the door<br />
of the village priest, knowing that<br />
he could spend the night at his<br />
house. The priest welcomes him<br />
cordially, offers him dinner and a<br />
bed <strong>for</strong> the night. In the morning,<br />
he prepares breakfast <strong>for</strong> him and<br />
then bids him farewell. Minutes<br />
later, on the street, Kazantzakis is<br />
in<strong>for</strong>med by a passerby that the<br />
priest's only son had died the day<br />
be<strong>for</strong>e and that, even as he was<br />
being served dinner by the priest,<br />
the bereaved female relatives were<br />
holding a vigil to lament the son's<br />
loss. However, it was unthinkable