From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

I send you a kaffis of mustard seed, that you may taste and acknowledge the bitterness of my victory.

Water from the white fountain didn't taste any better than from the black fountain.

We always did say we were going to look at the fountain and see if we can keep it. If not, we were committed to a water structure.

It was a way of recognizing places of enchantment: people falling asleep like this.