"What happened? Some maniac ran around knocking all the arms off the statues and now you creep through the museums with a pamphlet, imagining all those beautiful Greek women sandalling around town without arms or hands. They had legs like athletes. I imagine them as graceful as reed birds, plucking fruit from market stalls and delicately counting out change with silvery toes. Gazing armlessly out to sea, perhaps catching a whiff of shit or the ragged echo of a scream from the islands…"