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"There you are: Misteroso e l'amore that's the philosophy of your pretty savage, Herbert." "Yes," said Herbert; "it's that philosophy which consists in an absence of philosophy not the worst kind, either, it seems to me. It's the philosophy of impulse." "I thought that the aim of all philosophy was to check every impulse," said Ella.
You have everything there, without the foolishness of Paris or the beer of Munich. He sat and looked at her, coldly. What she liked about him was that he spoke to her simple and flat, as to himself. He was a fellow craftsman, a fellow being to her, first. 'No Paris, he resumed, 'it makes me sick. Pah l'amour. I detest it. L'amour, l'amore, die Liebe I detest it in every language.
His careless attire, and his partiality for a pretty little girl in the neighbourhood, were ridiculed together in a song which his playmates used to shout after him in the streets of Ajaccio: "Napoleone di mezza calzetta Fa l'amore a Giacominetta." His superiority of character was early felt.
Have you just come back from Rome? What have you heard? That I am false? oh, no! I will love you still Ah! I forgot! you also are dead, Guido! I remember now you cannot hurt me any more I am free and quite happy!" Smiling, she continued her song: "Ti saluto, Sol di Maggio Col two raggio ti saluto! Sei l'Apollo del passato Sei l'amore incoronato!"
"Why not? Since she has enough for two enough for twenty! There is no need to be so furious. Per l'amore di Dio! You Americans have always the ears up, listening for a sound that you can fly at!" Languorously she leaned back among the cushions of the sofa. "It is all so silly your idea of life." And then she stopped and looked at him curiously. "What is your idea of life?" "Life?
The new men, such as Wolf-Ferrari, Montemezzi, Giordano, and numerous others are eclectics; they belong to any country, and their musical cosmopolitanism, while affording agreeable specimens, may be dismissed with the comment that their art lacks pronounced personal profile. This does not mean that L'Amore dei Tre Re is less delightful.
But how it takes me back! Dearie, I too was young! I too have loved! Ah, gioventu primavera della vita! Ah, l'amore! Ah! Ah!" "You make me sick," said Cassy. "Dearie " "Be quiet. My father won't like it and I can't lie to him about it. But I shall need some things and you will have to go for them. What will you tell him?" With one hand, the fat woman could have flattened Cassy's father out.
Again again! that hollow rumbling and crackling sound overhead. What could it be? "L'amore incoronato!" hummed Nina fitfully, as she plunged her round, jeweled arm down again into the chest of treasure. "Si, si! Che morendo si fa sposa che morendo si fa sposa ah!" This last was an exclamation of pleasure; she had found some toy that charmed her it was the old mirror set in its frame of pearls.
Besides these pupils came others, whose instruction Vittorino probably held to be his highest earthly aim, the gifted poor, whom he supported in his house and educated, 'per l'amore di Dio, along with the highborn youths who here learned to live under the same roof with untitled genius.
It was upon this occasion that in reference to his carelessness of dress, his schoolmates composed the rhyme, "Napoleon di mezza calzetta Fa l'amore a Giacominetta." which, liberally translated, means, "Hi! Look at Nap! His socks down of his shin, Is making love to little Giacomin."
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