Literary license;

"What did they teach you in Tyranny and Terrorism?" Ursula asked Sam, after a while. "Well, the most important thing I learned was that Machiavelli was the first campaign manager to publish successfully. Other than that, literature finds the best representation of a 'prototypical politician' in Cervantes. He called his hero ‘DQ,’ and he was unelectable." "Did he live contemporary with Big M?" she asked. "Not in the book," he responded. Her humor had been stirred, "Funny that DQ is now a Texas Stop Sign," she giggled. “As a dairy maid, you could pass for a queen yourself,” he remarked, certifying his admiration with his gaze. “Makes you wonder just how tall Don Quixote was supposed to have been, tilting at windmills and all," he continued. "Was Machiavelli French?" she probed. "Nope, in fact they actually have a French version of the same title." She smiled knowingly. "The _Little_ Prince," was equally obscure in Texas. "Big M must have had a Texas connection," she inferred. "But that was back BEFORE secession," he countered. "So what! Texas must have still been here,” she reasoned. "I can't imagine it's been moved." "Before secession things were just not the same," he explained. "I'll allow this much though, things have probably always been Big SOMEWHERE!"

This provided Ursula the opportunity to show off her talents for espionage. "I was poking through the Aggie 'Profound Book,' collection, and came across a French History of Israel that quotes, '...and there were giants on the earth in those days.'" "How'd you know it was French?" he queried. "It was a Biblios," she demurred. "What was the Author's name?" he verified intently. "It was a compiled work, anonymous editor, but it was useful for historical record because it was never redacted... had all the eye-witness accounts listed out side by side." Sam was now prepared to admit a passing acquaintance with the same body of work. "Probably explains why there is an Abilene, Israel," he added. "Love to go there sometime." "I bet it'd be more fun than Little Italy," she said contemplatively. "Why do you have to get a license to fish?" "I'll explain when we have enough firewood chopped to last 'til Valentines," he promised. His hatchet was sharp and she had few complaints.

Next link SHOULD be "Poetic License."