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“Sold to the gentleman farmer”

Marcus Tinctius Glaber lived in a modest vineyard homestead 35 miles southeast of Rome and 3 miles off the Via Appia, far enough in any event to be freed of the clanking, screeching and baying rising from that chief of all roads that led to Rome. He enjoyed there a frugal but comfortable life, its […]

A Guide for the Perplexed 1970

Before there was Lawrence of Arabia, there was Charles M. Doughty. Odd, but there it is: I stumbled over the horse before the flamboyant cart. At age twenty-five, in St. Louis, Missouri, remote from both desert and oasis, I opened a book and read: A new voice hailed me of an old friend when, first […]