ABSTRACT
In 1919, the English writer D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930) travelled through Sardinia. As he later recalls in Sea and Sardinia he was most amazed by a railway trip:
It is a queer railway. I would like to know who made it. It pelts up hill and down dale and round sudden bends in the most unconcerned fashion, not as proper big railways do, grunting inside deep cuttings and stinking their way through tunnels, but running up the hill like a panting small dog, and having a look round, and starting off in another direction, whisking us behind unconcernedly.
