The Sad Truth Is That Excellence Makes

How Is The Newcomer To Deal With Rome? What Is One To Make Of This Marble Rubble, This Milk Of Wolves, This Blood Of Caesars, This Sunrise Of Renaissance, This Baroquery Of Blown Stone, This Warm Hive Of Italians, This Antipasto Of Civilization?

Mind And Body Are Not To Be Taken Lightly. Their Connection Is Intimate And Mysterious, And Better Mapped By Poets Than Pornographers.

The Mark Of A True Crush... Is That You Fall In Love First And Grope For Reasons Afterward.

Natural Villains Are Hard To Come By, What With All The Shrinks And Social-scientist Types Threatening To Understand Everybody Into The Ground.

Rumor And Gossip, Like Sound Itself, Appear To Travel By Wave-effect, Sheer Preposterosity Being No Barrier.