noon of summer
He stands for the natural verities . You can not change him , move , nor hurt him . He can earn neither your praises nor reproach . As well might you blame the staring noon of summer or throw a kind word to the everlasting hills . The bleak pride of the Castillano , the flint and steel of Aragon , the languor which veils Andalusian fire -- travelling the lands which gave them birth , you find them scored in large over mountain and plain and riverbed , and bitten deep into the hearts of the indwellers . They are as seasonable there as the flowers of waste places , and will charm you as much . So Spanish travel is one of the restful relaxations , because nothing jars upon you .