In the hills of Appalachia, in a cove that no living man will ever find, is a Mountain Ash unlike any other in the world.
The sound was the stroke of a bell from the tower of East Endelstow Church. . . . The death-knell of an inhabitant of the eastern parish was being tolled.
The economics of rebuilding all the stations covered by the electrification would be prohibitive, but to help bring home to the Glasgow public that their North Clyde suburban service has been transformed, not merely re-equipped with new trains, stations have at least been associated psychologically with the rolling stock by a common colour scheme.
This opera was mainly in the style of late Puccini, with acerbities stolen from Stravinsky.
