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24.12.03, 12:59
a desolate country whose soil is rich enough, but is given over wholly to
weeds - a silent mournful expanse . . . A desolation is here that not even
imagination can grace with the pomp of life and action . . . We never saw a
human being on the whole route . . . There was hardly a tree or a shrub
anywhere. Even the olive and the cactus, those fast friends of a worthless
soil, had almost deserted the country:" Mark Twain,
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