8/34 'You thunder at the door, my Beppo. You are a fire-balloon: you are going to burn yourself up with what you carry. You think you can do something, because you read books and frequent the talking theatres--fourteen syllables to a word. Mother of heaven! will you never learn anything from natural intelligence? And now you will disturb the signorina, and you will do nothing but make la Lazzeruola's ears lively. |