Mica glittered from the white stone. Town of the pure crystal, I learnt Latin in your sparkling cage, I loved your brilliant streets. Places that have been good to us we love. The rest we are resigned to. The fishermen hung shining in their yellow among university bells. ― Iain Crichton Smith Once, in Jerusalem, I struck up acquaintance with an intelligent and interesting Syrian... I told him that I was born in Aberdeenshire in Scotland. He was amused and pitiful, though a little hazy. "Abe...
