. The spell of Italy. cords. I have readmy Homer too, if you please. HoffentUch! It may have been almost on thevery site of Positano that the ancient Sanctuaiy ofthe Sirens stood. Filia, we are without doubt in aregion of enchantment. Somewhere about is theLand of the Lotus-Eaters. Do you know I fear Ihave already tasted the fruit of the lotus and shallchoose here to abide, forgetful of the homewardway? Avanti! Filia gave the order with firm emphasis and asmile aside at me. We will order ropes and wax for you as soon aswe get to the hotel in Amalfi, she added. We laughed at ourselves, but the
. The spell of Italy. cords. I have readmy Homer too, if you please. HoffentUch! It may have been almost on thevery site of Positano that the ancient Sanctuaiy ofthe Sirens stood. Filia, we are without doubt in aregion of enchantment. Somewhere about is theLand of the Lotus-Eaters. Do you know I fear Ihave already tasted the fruit of the lotus and shallchoose here to abide, forgetful of the homewardway? Avanti! Filia gave the order with firm emphasis and asmile aside at me. We will order ropes and wax for you as soon aswe get to the hotel in Amalfi, she added. We laughed at ourselves, but the spell was laidbefore ever I saw the Isles of the Sirens, and remains,to be felt in the blood and felt along the must find Tennysons Lotus Eaters somewheresoon and read it again, for I dimly understand itnow; heretofore it has always seemed to my NewEngland intelligence fantastic and shghtly reprehen-sible. What provincials we arc at best! But I neverknew how provincial until now. And so we came toward Amalfi!.
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