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I don’t want to see my country fall into the hands of German jews either. That’s our national problem, I’m afraid, just now.
You, Cochrane, what city sent for him?
C'é un errore?
To Caesar what is Caesar’s, to God what is God’s.
The cock crew, The sky was blue: The bells in heaven We’re striking eleven. ’Tis time for this poor soul To go to heaven.
maestro di color che sanno.
Basta!
All’erta!
Ferrando’s aria di sortita.
O si, certo!
When one reads these strange pages of one long gone one feels that one is at one with one who once...
frate porcospino.
