Word: castellan
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...goal. To fool the locals here would require learning an entirely different language—Catalán.At first there was no problem: The hospital staff with whom I worked always spoke Castellan—Iberian Spanish—and the patients would in turn respond in Castellan. Everyone accommodated and willingly put aside their Catalán when I was within earshot. While my American accent did not convince anyone that I was a local and my occasional lapse of grammar or vocabulary made my origin even more obvious, I could still understand and be understood. That is until...
...complained Clarke's daughter at a meeting of Uttoxeter townsfolk soon after, "was thrown in the street in the front of the very place where Mum's ashes were scattered." Five days after his eviction, the castellan himself took more direct action. Under cover of night, with a photographer standing by, he climbed right back in through a window (see cut). "It's good to be back," he announced...
...Jewish house, found a laconic note left for him: "My house-your castle." It was a pithy oversimplification of the whole Palestine issue. Last week Britain, unable to work out a division of Palestine's living space between Arabs and Jews, was ready to quit her position as castellan, try to get the United Nations to take over...
Gypsy Amaya's show-and pay roll-includes some of her sisters and her cousins (whom she reckons up by dozens), her father, uncle and brother: 16 flamencos in all. Flamenco Agustin Castellan Sabicas is a wonderful guitarist, and Uncle Sebastian Manzano (hairy and called El Pelao, the bald one) admits to having two wives and 18 children in Spain. It is Carmen Amaya who stops the show with the wrigglings of her round rump and wiry body, the tossings of her disheveled gypsy hair, the animal fury of her tough, splash-mouthed face. In the improvised measures...
...superior appearance, who checked our hats at the Monumental Club. I ventured a Viva la, Republica as I passed in my hat. He looked at me in a manner positively icy, and said nothing. I made up my mind that he was a Monarchist.* "Next in conversation with the castellan at the Royal Palace at Cintra. This expansive gentleman said in French that he was proud to meet a citizen of the great Republic of America, which gave me a chance to express my satisfaction that Portugal was now also a Republic. A slight cloud passed over his face...
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