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...Europe 725 years ago, children disappeared wholesale from their homes. Peasants in their fields stood and stared at a strange sight. Strung out for miles 20,000 youngsters traipsed along the cart tracks of Germany following a lad named Nicolas. In France other thousands, laughing, playing, singing hymns, made their way southward behind a lad named Stephen. The children, attacked by the same urge which had already seized their elders, were going forth to reconquer the Holy Land for Christianity. Like their elders few of them ever returned. Where the army of German children went no man ever knew...
...Taormaina: A jug of wine, a book, a slender Italian youth under a cypress tree eating spaghetti . . . . This notice in a postoffice: "Young, smart, pretty Italian man who speaks a good English, would like to follow a nice woman around Italy" . . . . A sleepy donkey pulling a colorful cart laden with flowers along a road high above the sea looking towards the Bay of Naples just at sunrise . . . . A white goat kick a streamlined diesel engine which had just run over its baby . . . . In Rome one Sunday afternoon: A woman, ermine fur, Pekinese in arms, walking with a gentleman with...
...whom apparently they had not seen in may years, for in the excitement of much saluting and kissing I too was kissed and told something to the effect how tall I'd grown! Then there was much laughing and explaining and finally my friends drove off in their donkey cart leaving me with salami and four taxi drivers wanting to take me 700 feet up the mountain where on a narrow rocky plateau rests Taormina, certainly one of the most charming spots in the world...
...cart and donkey twenty minutes from here and you're at one of the largest ancient Greek Theatres where Pindar read his poetry, Aeschylus gave the first performance of one of his plays and Plato mused and looked at the sea. And wasn't Archimedes a son of Syracuse? And didn't Simonides and Epichamos and Bacchylides grace the city with their presence...
...gentlemen further and further into the leather smelling recesses of clubs; and old ladies to sit eyeless, leather cheeked, joyless among the tassels and antimacassars of their bedrooms and kitchens. Triumphing in its wantonness it emptied the streets; swept flesh before it; and coming smack into a dust cart standing outside the Army and Navy Stores, scattered along the pavement a litter of old envelopes; twists of hair; papers already blood smeared, yellow smeared, smudged with print and sent them scudding to plaster legs, lamp posts, pillar boxes, and fold themselves frantically against area railings." It takes more than graceful...