Chapter 12

           

           IneverymajorcityintheWesternWorld,somethingsarealwaysthesame.ThesameAfricanmenarealwayssellingknockoffsofthesamedesignerhandbagsandsunglasses,andthesameGuatemalanmusiciansarealwaysplaying"I’dratherbeasparrowthanasnail"ontheirbamboowindpipes.ButsomethingsareonlyinRome.Likethesandwichcountermansocomfortablycallingme"beautiful"everytimewespeak.Youwantthispaninogrilledorcold,bella?Orthecouplesmakingoutallovertheplace,likethereissomecontestforit,twistingintoeachotheronbenches,strokingeachother’shairandcrotches,nuzzlingandgrindingceaselessly…

           Andthentherearethefountains.PlinytheElderwroteonce:"IfanyonewillconsidertheabundanceofRome’spublicsupplyofwater,forbaths,cisterns,ditches,houses,gardens,villas;andtakeintoaccountthedistanceoverwhichittravels,thearchesreared,themountainspierced,thevalleysspanned-hewilladmitthatthereneverwasanythingmoremarvelousinthewholeworld."

           Afewcenturieslater,IalreadyhaveafewcontendersformyfavoritefountaininRome.OneisintheVillaBorghese.Inthecenterofthisfountainisafrolickingbronzefamily.DadisafaunandMomisaregularhumanwoman.Theyhaveababywhoenjoyseatinggrapes.MomandDadareinastrangeposition-facingeachother,grabbingeachother’swrists,bothofthemleaningback.It’shardtotellwhethertheyareyankingagainsteachotherinstrifeorswingingaroundmerrily,butthere’slotsofenergythere.

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