"My father used to go there every summer.

I hated the miserable place, with those tiresome mountains and those endless gardens without the least variety in them.

You must be very glad to have come here!" "It is true," replied Nehushta, "I never ceased to dream of Shushan.

I love the great city, and the people, and the court.

I thought sometimes that I should have died of the weariness of Ecbatana.