ABSTRACT
my last visit to Italy, in 1924, was in so many ways unfortunate that in spite of the unforgettable beauty I enjoyed, I cannot count it a success. Though I knew Tuscany, I had never been in the South, and my niece and I planned a journey to Naples, Amalfi, and Capri. In studying a guide-book about Amalfi before we started, I came across a paragraph describing the last landslide that had occurred there. It ended with the remark that these catastrophes had a tendency to recur at intervals of twenty years, and a moment’s calculation informed me that this was the year it was due!
