Young man, it’s time we had a talk. Your mother and I have never wanted to be those kind of strict, clueless parents who can’t understand what young people are into “nowadays,” but I have to put my foot down. You are forbidden from joining that rowdy, no-good Zorba the Greek fan club. No ifs, ands, or buts about it!
Because I said so, that’s why.
Oh, you think you’re grown up enough to deserve some reasons? Well, if that were really the case, you wouldn’t have to be told to stay away from a bunch of Kazantzakis-worshipping juvenile delinquents. You’d be mature enough to realize that they’re nothing but a bunch of morons drunk on ouzo and the Academy Award–winning cinematography of Walter Lassally.
And don’t think I don’t know about that bouzouki you’ve got stuffed under your bed. Do you really think you could sneak a trichordo in this house without making your mother cry?


