>The tricolor! Tricolor indeed! They fill their mouths with these words, the rascals. What does that ugly geometric sign, that aping of the French mean, compared to our white banner with its golden lily in the middle? What hope can those clashing colors bring them?
The movie is kino
>>25630377THE CATTO OF PARDONING!
>reading a translation in an inferior mutt languageNon capirete mai la gloria di un romanzo italiano nella sua forma più pura. Siete burgers inferiori.
>>25630707Italian don't exist. It is corrupt Piedmontese.
>>25630377>What does that ugly geometric sign, that aping of the French mean, compared to our white banner with its golden lily in the middle?>What does that aping of the french mean, compared to our aping of the french?I wonder if Lampedusa had a sense of humour.
>>25630989>The lily traces back to the founding of Florentia by the Romans around 59 BCThe French were Romaboos btw
>>25630707Il contrasto stilistico tra lingua siciliana e italiana, che tra l'altro svolge un ruolo narrativo importante, non è traducibile in inglese in modo tale da far comprendere le dinamiche culturali in gioco ad un lettore anglofono inconsapevole di esse. Però non c'è bisogno di essere così pignoli. L'unico caso in cui ti darei ragione è se stessero parlando di Dante.>>25630859corrupt Tuscan*
>>25631013Well I doubt the Bourbons of the Two Sicilies got their lily from Florence. Seeing as it does not have the stamens and is golden instead of red. I doubt the irony was lost on the author.
>>25630377does anyone recommend this? my wife is italian and i want to mog her italian history knowledge. ho già letto gesù si e fermato ad eboli, me è piacuto.è così eh
>>25631113It is a good book and offers a rather realistic perspective on the whole "issue" of unification.
>>25631186grazie fra', I'll stick it on the list
>For over twenty-five centuries we’ve been bearing the weight of superb and heterogeneous civilizations, all from outside, none made by ourselves, none that we could call our own. This violence of landscape, this cruelty of climate, this continual tension in everything, and even these monuments of the past, magnificent yet incomprehensible because not built by us and yet standing round us like lovely mute ghosts; all those rulers who landed by main force from every direction who were at once obeyed, soon detested, and always misunderstood, their only expressions works of art we couldn't understand and taxes which we understood only too well and which they spent elsewhere: all these things have formed our character, which is thus conditioned by events outside our control as well as by a terrifying insularity of mind.
