"A wide expanse of sky was before me. I seemed to see the Vulture in the distance, with its snowy peak, flaming one day, and with its wild shoulders, where that infinite and almost still intact forest, called Monticchio, stretches out.

and almost still intact, which is called Monticchio (...) Everything is transformed, and here the transformation is slow. Let Monticchio come to life, let the railway come, and in a small number of years the work of centuries will be done (...)".