Her side of the story by Alba de Céspedes, mid 20th century Italy, the anti-fascist sector. I became impatient with her side of the story, and indeed his. Halfway through I found I was galloping. I only wanted to know what happened and I didn't even want that.
Instead I read Steps by Maurice Scully, late 20th century Ireland, Lesotho, Italy, early 2lst.
Nothing is nothing. I am the perfect citizen.
Finitude is rubbish, everybody knows that.
No wonder the secret police are busy. Phone me
(to lie in bed Understanding Poetry) phone me
when you get back
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