I think the Conde de Altamira has no less than nineteen Grandeeships centered in his person

It is a cheap species of wit to call a fearful man Mr. Timid, or a passionate one Sir Furious Frenzy, or a languishing love sick girl Miss Wanton. Such compellations destroy, in some degree, the effect of character, by awakening an anticipation of what it is to be.

This means subduing and taming the forest itself—the central drama of The Fields—performing the hard labor of hacking the trees and “niggering” and burning the butts in order to get to the rich black soil underneath.

Which place hurts the most?