And it was to this city, whenever I went home, that I always knew I must return, for it was mistress of one's wildest hopes, protector of one's deepest privacies. It was half insane with its noise, violence, and decay, but it gave one the tender security of fulfillment. |
He must always be a stranger to the place he loves, and its people. |
It was Bill, ... who pushed Willie to go to New York. |
On winter afternoons, from my office, there were sunsets across Manhattan when the smog itself shimmered and glowed. . . . Despite its difficulties, which become more obvious all the time, one was constantly put to the test by this city, which finally came down to its people; no other place in America had quite such people and they would not allow you to go stale; in the end they were its triumph and its reward. |
We want to help further the understanding of the Italian culture and language to those who are interested. We're hoping that these events will spark students' interests in our club and prompt more people to join, along with providing an educational and entertaining experience. |
When a writer knows home in his heart, his heart must remain subtly apart from it. |