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What was life like for you, grandfather?" I asked an old Cretan one day. He was a hundred years old, scarred by old wounds and blind. He was warming himself in the sun, huddled in the doorway of his hut. He was '"proud of ear" as we say on Crete. He couldn't hear well. I repeated my question to him, "What was your long life like, grandfather, your hundred years?" "Like a glass of cold water," he replied. "And are you still thirsty"