There was the river: woodland paths skirting in the evening a world of silver and grey, across which bats sketched zigzag flights. Very nice in the dimpsey light, but stuffy in the daytime.

It is held that discing is as much value to lucerne as cultivation is to corn.

Stalking them among the bamboo might be the guiña or kodkod, a spotted cat with a dark band across its throat and large feet.

If Times Square nevertheless remained a metaphor for the city's changing dynamics, it was stuck in a warp of immobility, unable to push itself forward as it had in the early part of the twentieth century.