Chapter 32

           

           Florenceisjustaweekend,aquicktrainrideuponaFridaymorningtovisitmyUncleTerryandAuntDeb,whohaveflowninfromConnecticuttovisitItalyforthefirsttimeintheirlives,andtoseetheirniece,ofcourse.Itiseveningwhentheyarrive,andItakethemonawalktolookattheDuomo,alwayssuchanimpressivesight,asevidencedbymyuncle’sreaction:

           "Oyvey!"hesays,thenpausesandadds,"Ormaybethat’sthewrongwordforpraisingaCatholicchurch…"

           WewatchtheSabinesgettingrapedrightthereinthemiddleofthesculpturegardenwithnobodydoingadamnthingtostopit,andpayourrespectstoMichelangelo,tothesciencemuseum,totheviewsfromthehillsidesaroundtown.ThenIleavemyauntanduncletoenjoytherestoftheirvacationwithoutme,andIgoonalonetowealthy,ampleLucca,thatlittleTuscantownwithitscelebratedbutchershops,wherethefinestcutsofmeatI’veseeninallofItalyaredisplayedwitha"youknowyouwantit"sensualityinshopsacrosstown.Sausagesofeveryimaginablesize,colorandderivationarestuffedlikeladies’legsintoprovocativestockings,swingingfromtheceilingsofthebutchershops.Lustybuttocksofhamshanginthewindows,beckoninglikeAmsterdam’shigh-endhookers.Thechickenslooksoplumpandcontentedevenindeaththatyouimaginetheyofferedthemselvesupforsacrificeproudly,aftercompetingamongthemselvesinlifetoseewhocouldbecomethemoistestandthefattest.

Содержание книги
Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 153 из 515