Neither Mexico nor Merv, nor Timbuctoo nor lassa, nor Winnipeg nor Naples, attain its symbolic exactness."
"A Midsummer Drive Through The Pyrenees"
Edwin Asa Dix
lassa night me see ma broder.
"Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist"
Alexander Berkman
Ma fader an' broder dey come lassa night from da grave, cause dey innocente an' wanna ravange, an' me gotta mek ravange, me no rest, gotta-" The sharp snapping of Johnny, the runner, warns me of danger, and I hastily leave.
"Prison Memoirs of an Anarchist"
Alexander Berkman