I once read a great book about an Italian-born, French-trained in sword combat, England-educated young freemason in exile in Philadelphia because he killed a guy in a duel back in Italy. Anyhow, the most memorable part of the book went something like this ... (I wish I could find verbatim, it was exquisitely written)
"It was a very hot early afternoon of the first week of July and innkeeper kept an eye on the young olive-skinned gentlemen drinking copious amounts of wine in the corner of the tavern, all by himself. It was too hot for alcohol consumption in such quantities. Suddenly, the sound wave started expanding from the city center, growing louder and louder as many more bells joined the wave expanding to the outskirts together with loud yelping from dogs complaining what inconsiderate humans were doing to their sensitive canine ears. The young gentleman stood up abruptly and approached the innkeeper with fast but unsteady pace, handed over two silver coins to cover the charge and said:
- Do you hear this, my friend? This is the sound of History coming to roll over us and take us with her, whether we like it or not. Well, when she gets here please let her know that this gentleman prefers playing a piano in Louisiana brothel rather than being in her company.
With that, he abruptly turned and disappeared through the front door. What a strange fellow, innkeeper thought."