O azul do horizonte em Corfu,

segundo Lawrence Durrell, em Prospero's Cell: "Somewhere between Calabria and Corfu the blue really begins. All the way across Italy you find yourself moving through a landscape domesticated - each valley laid out after the architect's pattern, brilliantly lighted, human. But once you strike out from a flat and desolate Calabrian mainland towards the sea, you are aware of a change in the heart of things: aware of the horizon beginning to stain at the rim of the world: aware of islands coming out of the darkness to meet you. [...] You enter Greece as one might enter a dark crystal; the form of things becomes irregular, refracted. Mirages suddenly swallow islands, and everywhere you look the trembling curtain of the atmosphere deceives."