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Thursday, April 03, 2014
For Whom the Bell Tolls
Michael Jacobs (1952-2014), The Factory of Light: Tales from My Andalucian Village (London: John Murray, 2003), p. 126:
Two knells for a woman, three for a man, five for a nun, and six for a priest — that was the code from earlier centuries.