Tuesday, May 10, 2011

perfect Italian.Thank you very much.

 Priest not happy
 Priest not happy. The town was very nice and our house was very fine. Remember carefully.The whole thing seemed to run better while I was away.I stopped in front of the Villa Rossa.Some of the officers went alone. There is nothing worse than war. He was sitting up beside one of the brick walls. holding their chins close over the basin. There were many marble busts on painted wooden pillars along the walls of the room they used for an office.Have you ever loved any oneNo. The two captains took off their coats. Or shot through the shoulder. My hand went in and my knee was down on my shin.

 Oh. a few freshly washed. A regiment went by in the road and I watched them pass. I felt something dripping. and with the end of the summer.You have that pleasant air of a dog in heat. You get out and fall down by the road and get a bump on your head and Ill pick you up on our way back and take you to a hospital. I said. Rome. I had gone to no place where the roads were frozen and hard as iron. He slapped his gloves on the edge of the bed. and then I heard close to me some one saying Mama Mia Oh.I have to get washed and report. Now everything is arranged.

 A.Youd better not go out. No. Another night when you feel stronger. was my age. I myself felt as badly as he did and could not understand why I had not gone. Ive come back to Catherine in the night. I like the simpler pleasures. The posts for the cars would have to be as near the river as they could get and keep covered. I said in Italian. with the sun on it. the light came out and he went in.You dont believe me We will go now this afternoon and see.Well be most careful of them.

No. I denied this. Hes dead. After supper I would go and see Catherine Barkley. the orderly said. I suppose it was mutual tolerance because the Austrians still kept a bridgehead further down the river. an ambulance was waiting by the side door and inside the door. The tall English driver came around and looked in. We grew up together. Listen. I thought somebody was screaming. But it was checked and in the end only seven thousand died of it in the army. I had drunk much wine and afterward coffee and Strega and I explained. I wanted to go to the Black Forest.

Goodnight. and if the car went especially fast it was probably the King.He should go to Palermo.Lets drop it anyway. I heard the machine guns and rifles firing across the river and all along the river.Did they cross the river all rightEnormously. But millions of fools like you dont know it.They are big through the chest by measurement. You like herNo. It is just bad administration. he said. Genoa was the place to see the bad marbles.Have you any cheeseThe major spoke grudgingly to the orderly who ducked back into the hole again and came out with a quarter of a white cheese. said the major.

 shes very nice.All right. They returned it with his things.Let me feel it. When he stopped swishing and fell asleep they came down and I blew them away and finally covered my face with my hands and slept too. The division for which we worked were to attack at a place up the river and the major told me that I would see about the posts for during the attack. Gordini said. There is good hunting. Fragments of enemy trench mortar shell. Rocca said. My friend saw the priest from our mess going by in the street. They wouldnt attack. But millions of fools like you dont know it. how we did not do the things we wanted to do; we never did such things.

 one of the other captains said. Come with me if you want. I will give you the addresses of places in Naples. It was hard and slippery. Now I must go back to sleep to be fresh and beautiful for Miss Barkley.I think you do not know anything about being conquered and so you think it is not bad.I stopped to ask if you were better. he said in Italian. she said. you see. They did very well last summer. without embarrassment. I was a fool not to. It seemed no more dangerous to me myself than war in the movies.

 One of the two men who had carried it looked in.Of a whatHe explained.And you dont have to say you love me. Why dont you come inHe shook his head. Why dont we stop fighting If they come down into Italy they will get tired and go away.Goodevening.I like him. Now Ill probe for some of this if you like but its not necessary. Get some more of that Antitetanus.Hell say I did it on purpose. I was there and reading of it in the paper.Good. Bersaglieri are fools. said the lieutenant.

 Sculpture had always seemed a dull businessstill. I looked in the door of the big room and saw the major sitting at his desk.They want to eat. They were top-heavy. There were many strong smells.Carabinieri. I practised with it. he explained to me. You have a good time The others all grinned too. The wind blew the leaves in the bower over the door of the dressing station and the night was getting cold.Most of them dont. in order that I might understand perfectly. so she loves Scotland better than England. The pain that the major had spoken about had started and all that was happening was without interest or relation.

 baby. Ahead there was a rounded turn off in the road to the right and looking down I could see the road dropping through the trees. I thought I was coming back. And you play it as well as you know how.You have beautiful hair.The forest of oak trees on the mountain beyond the town was gone.How is he the Englishman called back. He did not see me and I did not know whether to go in and report or go upstairs first and clean up. He had not felt bad but now the shoulder had stiffened.Im so sorry. It was impossible to salute foreigners as an Italian. but the nights were cool and there was not the feeling of a storm coming. It is with them the war is made. sometimes it backed on a turn.

 We were supposed to wear steel helmets even in Gorizia but they were uncomfortable and too bloody theatrical in a town where the civilian inhabitants had not been evacuated. She went on down the hall. said the major.Hello.Were you in the StatesSure. It tells you about those priests. God.Do we have to go on and talk this wayNo. Maybe it would finish this summer. said Bassi. no. God.The whole thing seemed to run better while I was away.After a while we said good-night and left.

 All the officers were very happy.I say its rotten.It belonged to a boy who was killed last year. If there is a war I suppose we must attack.You. Youve been away a long time. If there is a war I suppose we must attack.What is her nameFerguson. I said. father. The men were hot and sweating.Here is the corkscrew. There was an English there. TenenteNo.

 You dont pronounce it very much alike.Dont write anything that will bother the censor. He bent over me. The major said there was an Italian story something like that about the duchess who could not sleep at night.Had you been engaged longEight years.Let me feel it. I could go to Spain if there was no war. Ill go and see him and ask if he will recommend you. The battery fired twice and the air came each time like a blow and shook the window and made the front of my pajamas flap. Tenente. His mother sent it to me. Goodnight. so she loves Scotland better than England. But Im back now.

 One is dead. yes. They wouldnt attack if they did. I watched the snow falling. It came down through the forest in sharp turns.No. They wouldnt attack if they did.That was because it was first. I translated. It was hot walking through the town but the sun was starting to go down and it was very pleasant.Were not far from the top.Here.Because the captain doctor knew I had this rupture.They wont crack here.

Do you think it would be any good to try and see her tomorrowYes. I said. then it pattered into a stream. Everybody hates this war. As soon as I got to the dressing station Manera brought a medical sergeant out and he put bandages on both my legs.This isnt a deep dugout.Oh. Tell me. the leather shiny with oil.How did you happen to do that Why didnt you join up with usI dont know. But dont be a fool.We must shut up. The Englishman broke into voluble and perfect Italian.Thank you very much.

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