Patrick Leigh Fermor (‘Paddy’ to his friends) was born in London, to parents of Irish and English descent.
Since his school years he was mostly interested in classical literature and the works of Shakespeare.


“[…] and every seventh of November, which is the Feast of SS. Michael and Gabriel – and also my name-day (Miháli, in Greek) – the room fills a special role. These Archangels have a minute chapel three fields away, and after the yearly Mass, a swarm of village friends, sometimes fifty or sixty, led by the bearded vicar with his bun and stove-pipe hat, come in for a long chat and drinks and mézé. Thanks to the divans – suddenly lined with venerable figures in black coifs – the room can hold them all without too much of a squash, and in spite of the immovable table there is plenty of space left in the middle for dancing; and when, later on, the complicated steps of the syrtos and the kalamatiano, accompanied by clapping and singing, begin to weave their nimble circles round the central star, the room seems to have come into its own at last.”
“Where a man’s Eleventh Edition of the Encyclopaedia Britannica is, there shall his heart be also’; and, of course, Lemprière, Fowler, Brewer, Liddell and Scott, Dr Smith, Harrap and Larousse and a battery of atlases, bibles, concordances, Loeb classics, Pléiade editions, Oxford Companions and Cambridge histories; anthologies and books on painting, sculpture, architecture, birds, beasts, reptiles, fishes and trees; for if one is settling in the wilds, a dozen reference shelves is the minimum, and they must be near the dinner table where arguments spring up which have to be settled then or never.
This being so, two roles for the chief room in a still unbuilt house were clear from the start.”