Up goes the rocket. Its golden grain falls, fertilising, upon the rich soil of my imagination.

“At last she shut the book sharply, lay back, and drew a deep breath, expressive…”

“A fine gentleman like that, they said, had no need of books. Let him leave book…”

“With a brain working and a body working one could keep step with the crowd and …”

“El tiempo vuela, oh sí; el verano pronto estará aquí; y todavía soy capaz de pa…”