There was a distinct class of these gentlemen tramps, young men no longer young, who wouldn't settle down, who disliked polite society and the gentee… - George Santayana

Culture is on the horns of this dilemma: if profound and noble, it must remain rare, if common, it must become mean.

History is a pack of lies about events that never happened told by people who weren't there. . . . History is always written wrong, and so always needs to be rewritten

At midday the daily food of all Spaniards was the puchero or cocido, as the dish is really called which the foreigners call pot-pourri or olla podrida. This contains principally yellow chick-peas, with a little bacon, some potatoes or other vegetables and normally also small pieces of beef or sausage, all boiled in one pot at a very slow fire; the liquid of the same makes the substantial broth that is served first.