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Chevalier de Seingult[1] had a saying that an affair consisted of four acts. The first act was like the entrée or solicitation, the second act was like a further hors d’oeuvre in anticipation of the primo and the secondo. Of course, these culinary metaphors were not always appropriate. In the case of Signorina Teresa Imer, …
It had been raining all day long in Venice when the penitent stepped inside the confessional and sneezed. “Bless you, child.” The penitent was silent. “Child, do you have a confession?” “Padre,” said the penitent, “I do not have much time. I left the brodo on the boil. No one is at home to skim …
The Count was on his death bed with his whole life before him. While he saw clearly his many faults and weaknesses, when the priest was summoned, he had no desire to speak to him. “I see your heart is heavy, figliolo.” “My heart may be heavy,” said the Count, “But it is light with …
Chevalier de Seingult had a saying that an affair consisted of four acts. The first act was like the entrée or solicitation, the second act was like a further hors d’oeuvre in anticipation of the primo and the secondo. Of course, these culinary metaphors were not always appropriate. In the case of Signorina Teresa Imer, …
The scene, to his eyes, was more like a scene at the beginning of the fourth act. The apartment was not that big: two rooms sparsely furnished. The ceiling, though, was extraordinarily high, and the windows were correspondingly tall. There were six or seven of them as the apartment was a corner one. Snow was …