Doran Seeger studied each face around the table.
His newfound companion, Alarice Van Zyl, suddenly and miraculously understood Greek.
Her sister, Gisela, was relying on him, he sensed, for something as yet unstated.
Their Greek benefactor and friend, Modestos Thromos, yawned prodigiously, as he'd been at the dock late last night trolling for tourists.
And Elena, Modestos's discerning wife, looked anxious as she imagined the latest exploits of her debonair son.
For Doran, these once unfamiliar faces had become so compelling that he could only surmise: "If I do not tear myself from this place immediately, I shall remain here forever, forget my concerns and responsibilities, and renounce my personal history once and for all."
