"careful of that brook: it breaks up the whole field. mark it on your map." ah, i was to remember that serpent in the grass near motril!... And those thirty valorous sheep ready to charge me on the slope of a hill!
little by little, under the lamp, the spain of my map became a sort of fairyland. the crosses i marked to indicate safety zones and traps were so many buoys and beacons. i charted the farmer, the thirty sheep, the brook. and, exactly where she stood, i set a bouy to mark the shepardess forgotten by the geographers.
antoine de saint-exupery