the meshings of gears

Love betters what is best.

It is pleasant, if a little surprising at first, to the Scotsmen in the fleet to hear at Gibraltar the bagpipes or binioux as they are known in France being played tunefully by Breton seamen from the French ships.

Twenty-five miles down the narrow arid highway, there is another town like Napoleon, a little smaller. And then twenty-five miles further, another. This chain of jerkwaters stretches for a lazy afternoon, until you finally encounter a cluster of people that almost resembles a modern civilization, with a movie theater and chain restaurants.