Cagliari

And into this world's end starts up Cagliari, and on either side, sudden, serpent-crest hills.

The top of Cagliari is the fortress: the old gate, the old ramparts, of honey-combed, fine yellowish sandstone.

One sees a few fascinating faces in Cagliari: those great dark unlighted eyes.

Looking back, one sees Cagliari bluff on her rock, rather fine, with the thin edge of the sea's blade curving round.

At that moment arrives the train from Cagliari, and men rush in, roaring for the soup—or rather, for the broth.