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this book is a love letter to italy

Life, wrote a friend of mine, is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

“But they were conscious of a love more mysterious than this”

Sun-drenched modification of the Romance plot/ Italy housing salacious pangs that Forster narrates at a distance; made brighter by shadowy repression that inevitably emerges to light — darkness and all that it indexes, death, whether material or social, decay, must be integrated for a ‘whole view.”