After the cream of carrot soup, spiced with Vitamin D and disinfected with a solution 2% of chlorine, the table came the horrible spam, pork pies, the pride of Chicago, lying in pieces on a thick blanket of purple corn boiled. I recognized that the waiters were in Naples, rather than by blue livery, with red facings, home of the Duke of Toledo, the mask of fear and disgust etched in their face. I have never seen faces more than filled contempt. It was the tall, ancient, subservient, free of contempt servidorame Neapolitan everything padroname foreign crude. The people who have an ancient and noble tradition of slavery and hunger, if not respect those owners, who have refined taste and wonderful ways. There is nothing more humiliating for a people reduced to servitude, that a master rude manners, tastes gross. Among the many foreign masters, the people of Naples that has not kept good memories of two Frenchmen, Robert of Anjou and Joachim Murat, because the first judge, and knew how to choose a wine sauce, and the second not only what is an English saddle , but he knew with supreme elegance fall horse. That applies across the sea to invade a country win a war, to crown the winners of bay front, and then not being able to sit at the table? What kind of heroes were those Americans who mangiavan maize as the chickens?
- Curzio Malaparte
- Skin
- Adelphi
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