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The Great Island<br />
‘The Peloponnese. Now go away!’<br />
‘Ah, Peloponnesos. You comestay in Piraeus. I pay hotel, you stay, eh?’<br />
I pointed to the head of my school’s classics department who lay<br />
peacefully sleeping about three yards away. ‘Shut up. You’ll wake the<br />
whole ship up. Now get out and go away!’ I made a manic gesture<br />
sufficiently violent to get him to leave. This was my first experience of<br />
an offer of the hospitality for which Greeks are famous. I kept a diary on<br />
that trip; it reads for the next day: ‘I wouldn’t have missed that odd<br />
experience. Rest of night uneventful, but deck rather hard on the hip.’<br />
It was, I suppose, the desire to know the Cretans at least as well as<br />
this Cretan knew the English – and to know them in a rather different<br />
way, I must add - that led me back to Crete.<br />
Three years later I was back, with a friend, Brian Saperia, who<br />
wished to join me in recording Cretan folk music. T<strong>here</strong> was something<br />
arbitrary about the whole enterprise. We might just as well, I feel now,<br />
have found ourselves in Epirus doing social work, or in Africa measureing<br />
skulls, as in Crete recording music. We were bored and dissatisfied<br />
with the university, and wanted to do something. Whether you travel to<br />
distant parts, as in the old days, because you have been jilted, or as<br />
nowadays, because the materialism and mechanism of our civilization<br />
become oppressive, the effective motive is likely to be frustration. And<br />
whether he knows it or not, the traveller is often searching for a kind of<br />
power, a charm derived from foreign lands, which will send him home<br />
changed, invested with an authority which sets him apart from the nineto-fivers.<br />
When I came back from Crete in 1960 and read the remarks<br />
of the French anthropologist Claude Lévi-Strauss on the subject of<br />
travellers, I had the astonishing feeling that he was analysing me.<br />
Lévi-Strauss compares foreign travel with the initiation ordeals of<br />
certain primitive tribes. In adolescence the youth will separate himself<br />
from the tribe, plunge himself into a way of life w<strong>here</strong> the rules and<br />
values of the tribe count for nothing. He will isolate himself on a raft,<br />
or in the mountains, going for weeks without cooked food, attempting<br />
to sever contact with his environment by physical privations such as<br />
<strong>free</strong>zing baths, or torment such as the cutting off of the finger-tips. In<br />
the state of weakness and delirium which these hardships produce, the<br />
youth hopes to see, in a vision, the spirit who is from now on to be his<br />
guardian, and to discover the power, derived from that spirit, which<br />
will define his rank and privileges when he returns to the tribe. The<br />
strange thing about the initiation ordeal is that it is imposed by society.<br />
Society itself sends out the young men beyond its well-defined borders,<br />
to snatch power from the unknown territory, to <strong>free</strong> themselves for a<br />
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