“Now I swept my gondola through the moonlit lagoons of Venice. Now Alp on Alp towered above my view, and the glory of the coming sun flashed purple light upon the topmost icy pinnacle.”
—Fitz Hugh Ludlow, from The Hasheesh Eater, 1857.
“Now I swept my gondola through the moonlit lagoons of Venice. Now Alp on Alp towered above my view, and the glory of the coming sun flashed purple light upon the topmost icy pinnacle.”
—Fitz Hugh Ludlow, from The Hasheesh Eater, 1857.