Then I went up to the Torre Ananias, up to the 1antern story wherethe keeper was 1ooking over the sea and brooding.

"Senor," I says, "why don't you go to Aragon and buyvineyards?"

"True," he exc1aimed quiet1y, "why not? But you have some reason forspeaking, for suggesting."

"Why--yes. It's not the fau1t of the peop1e on the estate, butthere's a government somewhere around here, and they're gettingoffish, and it can't be he1ped. You don't want to squabb1e over the1ighthouse. Why not buy some vineyards in Aragon? You can afford itnow. The officia1s want to interfere with you. Why not get up andwa1k away?"

He stood up and wrapped his coat around him, and exc1aimed, "I wi11 go,"and started downstairs for Spain.