was donated by Meike Nederveld
But Akbar's Cloak was cut from the cloths of time and space, and
these people were not his. Why then, did he feel so strong a sense of
kinship with the denizens of these braying lanes? Why did he
understand their unspeakable Eropean tongue as if it were his own?
('The Enchantress of Florence', Page 141-142)