[…] and his helper had turned the corner of the L-shaped room, leaving Abingdon alone with his apprentice, José Taylor, whom the Pullman car painter, Jan Labunski, had recommended as a good boy when not smoking marajuana.

His tragedy is an eloquent critique of Europe's leaders, diplomats, and intellectuals who were, again, about to unleash the dogs of war.

With 1849 began the organization of the secret societies, which, regulated from Piedmont, internetted the entire southern peninsula.

I saw Bruno go to work on Big Timmy; when he was through he didn't have much of a face left.