Excerpt from Granada: Memories, Adventures, Studies and Impressions Night in La Mancha. Night in all quarters of the world is desolate, but in La Mancha. A sultry night in August. The passage of the train creates a current of hot air: even the moon shines fire. A lonely land; a land of vacancy or units, this La Mancha. One vast, unbounded blot upon the ample breast of Spain. No map denotes the limits of La Mancha. You may begin or end it where vou please. One chalky desert, extending anywhere and every where. At infinite distances a Single cornfield, a single vineyard, a single mound, a Single stream, a single sheepfold, looking, with its huddled, amal gamated inmates, like a creamy and gigantic mush room a single tree, upsprouting from the sunburnt, wind-swept, mirthless prairie to prick the torrid heaven; a solitary windmill by the way; a solitary cottage, one-doored, one-windowed, with possibly a solitary tenant slumbering in the open, up against the wall. Even the scanty stations are isolated from the villages or towns whose name thev bear, seeming to have strayed as far as possible from these, and squatted beside the rails in order, as it were, to take a peep at passing civilisation. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.