Somewhere south of Naples on the coast, cut into the suede hillside where it clings
like a memory to the earth's dirty sleeve, is a place without history in a land
that has known too much. Aeneus sailed past, hard-bent for Latium, his heart
mapping every rock cleft for a profile with seven hills. Augustus did not think
there would be enough victuals in store as he marched past in the late hours
one hot summer night, Rome on his mind. Tiberius came ashore here on his yacht
but only to toss an astrologer from a cliff -- you can almost see the spot where the man
