The Border is the scar of history.

A Border is scratched across the hearts of men by strangers with a calm, judicial pen, and when the borders bleed we watch with dread the lines of ink across the map turn red.

The Border is strategically important — When the lips are gone the teeth are cold.

A Border is established so there is something to fight about.

Desert is always in order — New meat begets a new appetite.

Desert is wonderful — life is too short for platonic love affairs or savoury desserts.

The Desert is the sea-like pathless, limitless waste.

The Desert is an old man in a dry season.

A Frontier is the value of some variable above which there are disastrous effects.

The Frontier is a space of uncontrolled forces and that which is necessary for the social world.

The Frontier is a physical as well as a symbolic construction.