"In my dealings with Lady Flora,” Father Jacopo said to me, “I sometimes felt that she had donned a heavy armor, which she had till now, quite rightly, considered impenetrable. She had taken pleasure in seeing all bullets glance off from it. And yet it is not impossible that within her proud heart she had at times vaguely desired to meet an opponent worthy of her."
— Last Tales by Isak Dinesen
December 11th 10:42am
