If you’re not singing the weird little Simple Gifts Shaker song I dunno. Anyway, speaking of dilettantes, which I was in my last review. Patrick Leigh Fermor is the best kind of dilettante in this book, one completely without the kind of annoying ego that would make him insufferable instead of an amazing observer. A young Patrick finished up public school and doesn’t want to go to college so he figures he’ll walk across Europe all the way to Istanbul (Constantinople at the time) and […]