They died to decree that government of and by and for the PEOPLE (identity undefined) should never perish. The poor perishers, perishing still.

I ask them to record their votes in my favour, and I ask, is there any man who will dare to call me a stranger (hear, hear, and booing)?

In “Triana” (named after the Gypsy quarter in Seville), Albéniz conjures guitars and castanets and the dance forms pasodoble and Sevillana with music so evocative that you feel as if you’d just wandered into a fragrant Andalucian (sic; Andalusian) courtyard.

Our roomy superior category double looked out onto the open wraparound promenade through one-way glass that reversed its view at night. The closet was walk-in, and the bath had a full tub. The TV brought in both the BBC and Euronews, ...