As the moon misted over and disco music waned, the grooms and their new brides stepped out into the cool summer night, laden with kata, to give blessings and thanks to each departing guest.

And be it enacted that […] no person […] presume to wish to go out for ginger-beer or oysters between the acts, to the annoyance of the nine rows of audience behind him, and the especial discomfiture of the fat old gentleman with the child on his knees, who sits on the flap-seat by the box-door.

On either side were the high, irregularly sloped mountains, with their foot hills robed in the same bright green as the valley, and with their bald hump-backs and sharp peaks, treeless, verdureless, and desolate […]

[…] I clearly remember a castle on the shores of the lagoon, where gondolas appeared amid larger shipping, which seemed to be plying in and out of Naples […]