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Chapter 25

“Driven by the rule of thrift by Morgan (a variation of the principle of Occam’s55 razor in the field of Biology) according to which in order to interpret a certain be-haviour, there need not be a reference to psychological structures of a higher order (such as will, intentionality or cognition) but to simpler, and therefore frugal ones, such as reflexes, Alexandratou supported the idea that Apostolis Kalambakas’ preoccupation with writing was not a product of a vocation since childhood but by and large a random act which, because when he first attempted it, it only hadn’t left him indifferent, but actually was agreeable to him, so he repeated it. Something, that it to say, that every infant does, either sucking on his thumb, or fumbling with his genitals and whatever else might come about, but more gen-erally, playing. And indeed, did not Apostolis’ entire life and times also indicate something to that effect? Was he not an eternal infant, who meant to continue playing around indefinitely? Playing around even with

55 Scientific principle according to which, when two theories present equally precise predictions, we always select the sim-pler one.

Hold on a minute because even I am con-fused, and I’m the one who wrote it. Ba-bis is Panopoulos alias Panourgias whom Stergiou is researching while Alexandratou is researching Apostolis Kalambakas, the protagonist of Panopoulos’ novel?

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matters that are «εν ού παικτοίς 56»? In that sense, his work was not an “imitation of an action that is serious and also, as having magnitude, complete in itself57 ”. It was the self-same action, if we were to accept that playing is an action in itself, and an extremely seri-ous one at that, the most serious in any case out of the unimportant ones. Because writing for Apostolis was Lego, albeit the constructs he created were from words and phrases, it was Monopoly because it monopolized his thoughts, it was hide-and-seek because he enjoyed it, hidden away, being sought after and not found, it was, finally, a bicycle since when he wrote, it was like he squealed from excitement: “Mommy, mommy, look, I’m doing it with no hands.”

So it’s like that, exclaimed a visibly moved Stergiou, recognizing, as though Alexandratou was simply the clairvoyant in a spiritual convention, Panopoulos’ voice from the beyond.With the exhilaration of a pros-pector who hand struck gold, he continued reading:

“Of course, Alexandratou did not have and could not have access to