At the English cemetery of Denia, Spain, there is an inscribed stone marker with a poem by John Dos Passos, “How Fine to Die in Denia.” It’s rhetorical; my grandfather died in Baltimore. Dos Passos saw Denia during a 2-week trip along the Mediterranean coast of Spain, buy dostinex in usa from Christmas 1916 to early January 1917. It was a pleasure trip, an exploration. His trip took him all the way from Cartagena to Tarragona. Some of the journey was on foot and some on train. He was a hell of a walker.
“About style—I think that reading people in order to get ‘style’ from them is rather soft-headed. Your style is like the color of your hair or the cut of your pants—half accident, half act of God—to take thought to change or improve it results usually in rank affectation.”