Bunched up stubble in the wind cannot fathom lies or gender hope - it is lhe province of the mind, the coinage of perhaps a Spaniard on discovering San Cristobal, one's own sieglo Oro in fortune squandered in sunlight with only the sweating Appolosa still straining on this, the last taverna ride.
"Sympathetic Magic"
Paul Cameron Brown
Well, to shorten it, the Tuareg got their four hundred camels all the way up to Spanish Rio de Oro where they sold them."
"Border, Breed Nor Birth"
Dallas McCord Reynolds
Beyond the oratory of San Mauro, where the mule-path to the convents turns to the left, running along the side of the hill towards the Madonnina dell' Oro, and another mule-path leads straight into the ravine, past the ruins of the Baths of Nero, Benedetto disengaged himself gently from the monk's arm, and stopped.
"The Saint"
Antonio Fogazzaro Commentator: William Roscoe Thayer