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Dean Kalimniou

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Diatribe: Grecophones

We had just completed an almighty sandcastle with crenelated ramparts with which I intended to demonstrate to my children the Siege of Amorion, when the earth began to shake. Minutes …

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Diatribe: In search of a suitable date

Just before Christmas, the Iraqi president visited a Christian church in that country and as well as announcing that henceforth Christmas Day would be a public holiday, he paid homage …

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Diatribe: The Edification of Children

When I was young, some of the readings that we were periodically assigned at Greek School, were penned by a mysterious figure who would always begin with the endearment «Αγαπητοί …

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Diatribe: Misopogon

It was the anniversary of the crowning of Admiral Romanos I Lekapenos as co-emperor of the underage Constantine VII. I was recalling a lecturer at university pronouncing Lekapenos as Lekapenus, …

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Diatribe: Changing the date

“What are you doing Christmas Eve?” Niko enquired. “Going to Midnight Mass?” «Άκου εκεί Midnight Mass,” Stefo sniggered. “Like the good little Orthodox boy he is, he is going to …

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Diatribe: Before midnight

Every New Year’s Eve, wherever I may find myself, as I watch the passage of the dial across the clock until midnight, I hear the words of Cavafy’s poem “Since …

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Diatribe: Liberty, equality, fratricide -The Revolt of the Zealots of Thessalonica

“…one after another the prisoners were hurled from the walls of the citadel and hacked to pieces by the mob of the Zealots assembled below. Then followed a hunt for …

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Diatribe: ΑΛΛΟΘΡΟΟΙ

“Greek is not a clean language for an old woman.” – Juvenal The highlight of my week was having Doctor Alfred Vincent refer at the recent Pharos Symposium on the …

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Diatribe: Erysichthon the insatiable

“And just like a greedy fire never refuses food and burns up countless torches and, where a greater supply of fuel is available, seeks more and more, and grows only …

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Diatribe: Μαύρα

“I miss all those old nonnas wearing black, with their cute headscarves, walking back from the shops with their little shopping carts. You just don’t get that kind of authenticity …

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