the stand-place / Of carriages a-brim with Florence Beauties

Kuling perched dramatically above a gorge of the Yangtze which could be seen far below, the view being rather like that from Lookout Mountain near Chattanooga or Murren in Switzerland, magnified several times.

'Me having an up to date style even though I've turned into a carrot cruncher. A country bumpkin.' Nathan giggled. 'Country bumpkin? I don't think so.'

How […] can the soul […] fall away into nothing?