o wrangling interchange of words between them, and he even asked her quite simply-because his moth

e said, indifferently. "And don

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y n

I can't see the past in t

ou come to Rome?" h

m and could have

as well have gone somewhere else. But I had form

w s

ut that's the impression it makes upon me. And I am in a mood at present

smi

h me to the Palatine. I must sho

main alone; and she put on her th

tside cracked

le?" they

ked ou

"I always take him. He kno

sangue, signorina!" said Ga

drove

tened of these cab

d, smiling. "I like them. I like

of everythi

hout reserve to a m

mista

Rome, as hard and unfeeling, is al

the Forum. Whenever I see the Forum, I

oyed and di

s the P

nd passed throu

berius. Above the palace, on the top of the arches,

good and bad emperors. We were taught that at

But why do you want me

take no interest in tho

p to the top and

did

eel Rome her

me everywhere,

med not to

, the vaguely likable or dislikable people. You've got over that now. Clear your mind of it. And try to feel only the atmosphere of Rome. It's as if the atmosphere had remained the same, notwithstanding that the centuries lie piled up one above the ot

as si

is a beautiful thing. The beauty of our imagination is the consolation of our lives, to those of us who are n

k about modern pr

estion? Socia

es, for

hink of them sometime

o you

nature. I am a dreamer by natu

dream of

nner self? No. It int

u ever s

for my utter uselessness as a human being, as a

me to speak to

at her i

asked. "I either don't talk or I talk as I

to every one

a friend ... but he's dead. Tell me

don't t

w beautiful it is here! Are you drin

ch R

s very strong, he was very gloomy and he was a brute. He had no ideals. Farther down, over there, is the Palace of Caligula, a madman of genius. He built a bridge across the Fo

n age of emperors who

ge before my eyes, in

ent before you, with the problems of our own ti

oked

sin, my wickedness. The eternal pr

at him cont

to your period,"

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ever fel

nd shrugged

labourer, of a factory-girl who works until she's wor

rible and so ugly: don't tal

ers of her lips were depressed as though by a

gry?" he as

d, gently, "I

ou consider me a useless creat

hat I should reproach yo

ind something!" he excl

ha

uld always remain be

devote myself to an aim, it would abo

sincerely. "Why didn't you go to London, or Manc

hink too much of myself and of a sorrow that I have ha

ally acquire greater strength and then devote yourself to your aim: bre

as si

e said,

g late. Let u