text:  by which to this hour the Moors cherish for their children's ears deep vindictive remembrances of their ancient habitations in Spain and their haughty vision of a bloody re-entrance? Does the reader imagine that an invasion by Moors of Italy or France would move under the same burning impulses as an invasion of Spain? The return of the Moors to Spain would be like the _recoil_ of a catapulta