Friday, October 31, 2014

They traveled for thirteen hours

Friday, October 31, 2014

They travelled for thirteen hours down-hill, whilst the streams broadened and the mountains shrank, and the vegetation changed, and the people ceased being ugly and drinking beer, and began instead to drink wine and to be beautiful. And the train which had picked them at sunrise out of a waste of glaciers and hotels was waltzing at sunset round the walls of Verona.


~ E.M. Forster, Where Angels Fear to Tread, 1905

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