"The water now ripples in bland content down a waste of shining pebbles. But its wintry convulsions are terrific, and higher up the stream, where the banks are steep, many lives are lost in those angry floods that rush down from the hill-sides, filling the riverbed with a turmoil of crested waves. At such moments, these torrents put on new faces. From placid waterways they are transformed into living monsters, Ægirs or dragons, that roll themselves seaward, out of their dark caverns, in tawny coils of destruction."

Norman Douglas, Old Calabria