{"id":4022,"date":"1988-12-01T07:14:00","date_gmt":"1988-12-01T07:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/?p=4022"},"modified":"2022-10-22T07:19:33","modified_gmt":"2022-10-22T07:19:33","slug":"a-tale-of-mystery-and-imagination","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/1988\/12\/01\/a-tale-of-mystery-and-imagination\/","title":{"rendered":"A Tale of Mystery and Imagination"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"364\" height=\"178\" src=\"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/1991\/10\/onlooker.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-1711\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/1991\/10\/onlooker.png 364w, https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-content\/uploads\/1991\/10\/onlooker-300x147.png 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 364px) 100vw, 364px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\">Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,<br>Over many a weighty tome of economic law.<br>While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,<br>As of someone gently rapping, on my Kastri door.<br>&#8220;Tis just Margaret,&#8221; I muttered, &#8220;only her and nothing more.&#8221;<br>Quoth the people: &#8220;Nevermore!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\">Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December<br>When I met her, that Liani, and at once I saw.<br>That between us thete&#8217;s communion, which one day must end in union<br>A perfect match without a flaw.<br>With passion I&#8217;ll pursue her and in her arms my heart outpour.<br>Quoth the people: &#8220;Nevermore!&#8221; <\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\">But stay, is that erratic bim-bom, of my heart a simple symptom<br>Of .my love or is it, curses, something more?<br>I&#8217;ll have a thorough cardiac checkup and with luck I&#8217;ll maybe end up<br>With just a caution, like before.<br>I&#8217;ll go at night when no one&#8217;s looking, through Ygeia &#8216;s small back door.<br>Quoth the people: &#8220;Nevermore!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\">Pray why expressions of alarm, from doctors who are always calm?<br>Is not my heart just mildly sore?<br>&#8220;Nay,&#8221; said they, &#8220;your heart to salve, you&#8217;ll need a new aortic valve,&#8221;<br>&#8220;Cause yours is rotten to the core.&#8221; \u00b7<br>&#8220;Also you must lose some weight, not less than kilos twenty-four.&#8221;<br>Quoth the people: &#8220;Nevermore!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\">&#8220;And will you operate?&#8221; I asked. The doctors there all looked aghast,<br>And cried: &#8220;We&#8217;ve no spare parts in store!&#8221;<br>&#8220;To London you must go,&#8221; they said, &#8220;and at Harefield you&#8217;ll book a bed,<br>&#8220;PASOK will pay: that&#8217;s what it&#8217;s for.&#8221;<br>&#8220;You&#8217;re damn right about that,&#8221; I said, &#8220;because sans moi it&#8217;ll be no more<br>Quoth the people: &#8220;Nevermore !&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\">And so, with Liani, off I went, to London operation bent<br>With bodyguards and press galore<br>And ministers to heed my orders , e&#8217;en outside of Greece&#8217;s borders<br>Cause delegating I abhor.<br>Except to Yannis of Defense, a man I mightily adore.<br>Quoth the people: &#8220;What a bore!&#8221;<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center wp-block-paragraph\">And Menios too, a trusty lad, though not the best I&#8217;ve sometimes had,<br>Who&#8217;ll hold the fort and mind the store,<br>While I&#8217;m under Yacoub&#8217;s knife, giving battle for my life,<br>And strong again. I&#8217;ll win once more<br>The votes of all who&#8217;ll love me as they&#8217;ve never done before!<br>Quoth the people: &#8220;Nevermore !&#8221;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>With apologies to Edgar Allan Poe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":1711,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[88],"tags":[73,110],"class_list":["post-4022","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-onlooker","tag-andreas-papandreou","tag-pasok"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4022","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4022"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4022\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4024,"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4022\/revisions\/4024"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/1711"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4022"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4022"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.the-athenian.com\/site\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4022"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}