“ So I went to bed, full, happy, and caring nothing for all the hurt of all the englished Welshmen that ever festered upon a proud land Richard Llewellyn
“ Do you know that high fever which invades us in our cold suffering, that aching for a land we do not know, that anguish of curiosity? There is a country which resembles you, where everything is beauti… Charles Baudelaire
“ Rhys absorbed that with chagrin. No one has ever accused me of being a romantic, he said ruefully.If you were, how would you propose?He thought for a moment. I would begin by teaching you a Welsh word… Lisa Kleypas
