On a quiet Greek island, a seventy-year-old man runs a taverna. He serves grilled food and cold retsina. He walks his German Shepherd at odd hours. He keeps to himself. When a young Australian couple stumbles onto his terrace, an unlikely circle forms around his table — and the conversations that follow are unexpected, funny, and quietly profound."e;You know,"e; Sandra leaned back, suspicious, "e;Aristotle was Greek. Socrates was Greek. Plato was Greek. Is there a philosopher who isn't Greek, or did the rest of the world not bother thinking?"e;"e;Confucius, for one,"e; Eleni said."e;Confucius? That sounds Greek."e;"e;Chinese. Five hundred years before Socrates."e;"e;Before Socrates? Bloody hell. Who else?"e;"e;Buddha. Averroes. Many others."e;"e;Buddha, I've heard of. Statues, right? And Averroes... is that pasta?"e;Join Sandra, the Chelsea fan, and the others for meaningful discussions that stay with you long after the chairs are stacked.Pull up a chair. The arguments are just beginning.