The next day the censor read my story and said to Lieutenant Frechet and Major Klotz: "But I insist this goes at once.

It should have been sent twenty-four hours ago." Than the courtesy of the French officers nothing could have been more correct, but I submit that when you earnestly wish to help a man to have him constantly put you in prison is confusing.

It was all very well to dissemble your love.

But why did you kick me down-stairs?
There was the case of Luigi Barzini.

In Italy Barzini is the D'Annunzio of newspaper writers.