We Milanese can match them.

For days and days I have had a dream lying in my bosom that Milan was soon to breathe.

Go, my brother; go to Barto Rizzo; gather him and Count Medole, Agostino, and Colonel Corte--to whom I kiss my fingers--gather them together, and squeeze their brains for the one spark of divine fire in this darkness which must exist where there are so many thorough men bent upon a sacred enterprise.

And, Carlo,'-- Laura checked her nervous voice, 'don't think I am declaiming to you from one of my "Midnight Lamps."' (She spoke of the title of her pamphlets to the Italian people.) 'You feel among us women very much as Agostino and Colonel Corte feel when the boy Carlo airs his impetuosities in their presence.
Yes, my fervour makes a philosopher of you.

That is human nature.