Self-exiled, what else could Jig do but pretend he was Greek? Taking up residence in a small village on the slopes of Parnassus, he grew a patriarchal beard and dressed in native costumes. In the flush of inebriation, and in fluent Greek, he'd sit from morning to midnight and in outdoor cafes exhorting the baffled but entranced peasants to recapture the glories of Periclean Athens.
Ross Wetzsteon
Republic of Dreams (Greenwich Village: The American Bohemia, 1910-1960)
