J. A. Hammerton, The real Argentine: Notes and Impressions of a Year in the Argentine and Uruguay
“ All in a death-dumb, autumn-dripping gloom, comes to mind in Buenos Ayres on one of these days, but, alas, the autumn dripping is not from branchy trees to fragrant, leaf-laden loam, nor is it “death-dumb.” It drips from gaunt iron frames, from broken plastered walls, from tram-cars, from horses’ harness. A billiard cue taken from the rack will feel as though it had been lying in the bath, and the boots which you have not been wearing for a few days will show patches of white and green mould.But it is true that between April and November there may be many days of sunshine ”
