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Messi is on another planet.
Now drown care in wine.
[Lat., Nunc vino pellite curas.]
Margowegottagohomeandtell.
Dominic Chocolate!!!
My primary tongue, I would call North-West Mercian.
Bellport. A podium.
Please go to this pizzeria. Order the margherita pizza with double mozzarella. If you do not eat this pizza when you are in Naples, please lie to me and tell me that you did.
Where's that guy with the coffee?' 'I'm here.' Mannix had appeared. 'You went to Costa Rica for the beans?
I was like, 'What's Margiela?' back then.
And I will capture your minds with sweet novelty.
[Lat., Dulcique animos novitate tenebo.]
Audentes fortuna iuvat. Fortune favors the bold.
Spain: A whale stranded upon the coast of Europe.
Romeo: Courage, man; the hurt cannot be much.
Mercutio: No, 'tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church-door; but 'tis enough, 'twill serve. Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.
Porfirio Rubirosa.
Merica was middle-class for the very start - the people who came first were hyper-strivers from England. There were no vested interests, no ranks, no classes, it was very lightly populated, there were unlimited natural resources - for free essentially - if you failed, you could always start over.
Festina lente. Make haste slowly.
Marjoram ... Blushes.
For me, Romesco is one of the greatest sauces in the world.
Perdonare
"Forgive Yourself)
The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza ...
Marcellus cudgeled his memory. What did he know about Arpino? Delicious little melons! Arpino melons! And exactly the right time for them, too.
LODOVICO You must forsake this room, and go with us: Your power and your command is taken off, And Cassio rules in Cyprus. For this slave, - If there be any cunning cruelty That can torment him much and
Raft of the Medusa.
Ubi amo, ibi patria. Where I love. there is my home.
The greatest compliment one can pay a master is to compare him with Capablanca.
Italia! O Italia! thou who hast The fatal gift of beauty.
In a village of La Mancha,
Mi-yammi! The extraordinary city, with its Judeo-Cubano population, its mix of surgical-appliance and sex-fetishist obsessions, takes the American melting pot past the boil. It represents pretty much everything Patrick J. Buchanan hates.
Let those who have deserved their punishment, bear it patiently.
[Lat., Aequo animo poenam, qui meruere, ferant.]
How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
[Lat., O miseras hominum menteis! oh, pectora caeca!]
La mer is so much greater, so much grander than any petty human passion. It is itself, with no apologies and no explanations." Rosalind
Venice once was dear,
The pleasant place of all festivity,
The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy.
You do not know it but you are the talk of all the town.
[Lat., Fabula (nec sentis) tota jactaris in urba.]
Capablanca's play produced and still produces an irresistable artistic effect. In his games a tendency towards simplicity predominated, and in this simplicity there was a unique beauty of genuine depth.
The venal herd.
[Lat., Venale pecus.]
...Traduttore, traditore.
The Big Dipper. Cassiopeia.
The gitano is the most distinguished, profound and aristocratic element in my country, the one that most represents its Way of being and best preserves the fire, the blood and the alphabet of Andalusian and universal truth ...
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Belladonna, n.: In Italian a beautiful lady; in English a deadly poison. A striking example of the essential identity of the two tongues.
Chadwickius frenemus,
Cherimoya, the most delicious fruit known to men.
In war the olive branch of peace is of use.
[Lat., Adjuvat in bello pacatae ramus olivae.]
Venice, that capital city of dream and intrigue, that double city (one above and seemingly solid, one below, wavering and reflected in the waters), which never disappoints ...
meeting, Morales
Verranica, I will never leave you.
Peru, Peru. My heart's lighthouse.
Sirio Maccioni is the perfect Maestro. He does it all: great food, great entertainment, and always with a room full of the best people. He's the only person I could ever imagine going into the restaurant business with!
alfresco
the sommelier decants
a red sunset
And I'm so obsessed with my pursuit of the perfect cappuccino that I spent $6,000 on an exquisite La Marzocco coffee machine, which I imported from Florence.
A just fortune awaits the deserving.
[Lat., Fors aequa merentes
Respicit.]
Bahia Mar marina, Fort Lauderdale.
Jorinda and Jorindel
Rememberatorium),
You are going Uruguay, and I'm going my way
How do you say 'delicious' in Cuban?
Everything unknown is magnified.
[Lat., Omne ignotum pro magnifico est.]
The prices are vertiginous. Carlinhos and Wagner take a booth and they talk and dip their wafers of exquisite beef into the sauces but most of the time they keep companionable silence together, as close men do, and find they have communicated everything. Run
Open my heart and you will see
Graved inside of it, "Italy".
Parturient montes, nascetur ridiculus mus.
(Mountains are in labour, a ridiculous mouse will be born)
On the one hand, Porto Monenegro is shape-shifting - it replaced a naval shipyard with a new marina - but it's also mind-shifting, opening up an array of other small business opportunities. And this shape-shifting and mind-shifting, it is exactly what we're trying to do in Montenegro.
Repetita iuvant. Italy, a land of great saints, poets, sailors, artists, statesmen, businessmen, lawyers, intellectuals, professors, journalists, whores, gangsters, religious parasites and dickheads.
Che bella donna! Dove vai?" Beautiful woman, where are you going?
Capri on the Amalfi Coast in Italy is my ultimate holiday destination.
Chess was Capablanca's mother tongue.
Smooth words in place of gifts.
[Lat., Dicta docta pro datis.]
Midnight, and love, and youth, and Italy!
Timor mortis conturbat me. The fear of death disturbs me.
In Mexico today the word for the ultimate, the best in anything from a straight flush to the sight of beautiful country, is a todo madre, something which is 'wholly mother'.
Oggi uccidiamo, domani moriremo, he said, his gloved hand making the sign of the cross. Today we kill, tomorrow we die.
Macho does not prove mucho.
the coast, irregular
stomata. The guard
Victor Hernandez, like an orchestral conductor directing his troops ...
Don Basilio was a forbidding-looking man with a bushy mustache who did not suffer fools and who subscribed to the theory that the liberal use of adverbs and adjectives was the mark of a pervert or someone with a vitamin deficiency.
Bellator silvae servi. Warrior of the forest, I, the alpha, call on thee to serve in this time of need.
Look at this save. Cat-like, jungle-like, quick. Big puma. Big, beautiful, brave gladiator goalkeeper. Spartacus, I called him. Mix in a bit of octopus. Beautiful.
Come t'e' picciol fallo amaro morso! Dante. What grievous pain a little fault doth give thee!
Who can ever be alone for a moment in Italy? Every stone has a voice, every grain of dust seems instinct with spirit from the Past, every step recalls some line, some legend of long-neglected lore.
In laboring to be concise, I become obscure.
[Lat., Brevis esse laboro, obscurus fio.]
The melon of Castile is for self abuse. The melon of Valencia for eating.
My name is Nicomo Cosca, famed solider of fortune, and I am here for dinner.
Florence - the city of tranquillity made manifest ...
It's leviOsa, not levioSA!
Esperanza, that you,
between Scylla and Charybdis,
I was born in a family of landless peasants, in Azinhaga, a small village in the province of Ribatejo, on the right bank of the Almonda River, around a hundred kilometres north-east of Lisbon.
Ignazio Michele Vitale," I say playfully, intentionally flubbing the middle name, just to get more of a rise out of him. "I can't believe you were singing a song from the eighties."
"You were seeing things.
Prescient woman called Meronym visited my dwellin' for a spell, an' nothin'd be the same, not in my life, not in the Valleys, nay, not never.
Before Nubrevna, it had been Dalmotti. Before Dalmotti, it had been Marstok. For centuries, this peninsula had changed hands, and for centuries, no one had ever fully won - or ever fully lost.
Romeo: I dreamt a dream tonight.
Mercutio: And so did I.
Romeo: Well, what was yours?
Mercutio: That dreamers often lie.
Luceo Non Uro. 'I shine, not burn,
I want to try for another record tomorrow. What was that last kind I had? With the chocolate chunks?"
"Stracciatella."
"I'm naming my first daughter after it."
"Lucky her.
Hortense. We broke
Oh Rome! My country! City of the soul!
Milan. What a beautiful place to die.
Luchesi cannot tell amontillado from a sherry
You're that lady," Leo said. "The one who was named after Caribbean music."
Her eyes glinted murderously. "Caribbean music."
"Yeah. Reggae?" Leo shook his head. "Merengue? Hold on, I'll get it."
He snapped his fingers. "Calypso!
Thou art the Mars of malcontents.
Game recognize game in The Bay mane.