I am the Truth (Ana al-Ḥaqq).
It is hard for people who have not lived in Los Angeles to realize how radically the Santa Ana figures in the local imagination. . . . The wind shows us how close to the edge we are.
No, he was no such charlatan-- Count de Hoboken Flash-in-the-Pan-- Full of gasconade and bravado, But a regular, rich Don Rataplane, Santa Claus de la Muscavado, Senor Grandissimo Bastinado! His was the rental of half Havana And all Matanzas; and Santa Ana, Rich as he was, could hardly hold A candle to light the mines of gold Our Cuban owned.