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"Your eyes are dull," the actress told me.

But the passion for freedom had remained alive,

because life is enormous and lost everywhere.

Straight from Versailles!

But isn't it a nice gift?

So, when he sleeps, he can travel, go.

- It's too much, Commander. - But when ever!

Am I or am I not the godfather of Raimondo and this little girl on the way?

- We don't even know if it's female. - It's female, I'll tell you.

I know these things here.

Look how beautiful she is.

- Mmh. - Beautiful.

Cry! Cry and push!

- Ah! - Go, push!

Push!

Push!

- Ah! - You did it!

It's a girl!

I told you so! I know these things!

Tomorrow big party at my house.

What do we call it?

What do we call it?

Parthenope!

Let's call it Parthenope!

Do you agree?

You're a diva.

- You didn't answer me. Do you agree? - Of course I agree.

The cigarette after swimming in the sea is better than after swimming in the pool.

Do you know why, Sandri'?

No, you?

No.

I'm still too young to grasp all the nuances.

And Raimondo?

Spring has begun.

Therefore?

They went to see Naples undressing.

Let's go?

Can I enter?

No.

But you can go around the carriage.

Will you get engaged to me?

Do you see the future over there, Sandri'?

He's bigger than you and me.

When do you invent these things?

On the road,

in my carriage.

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

Ascione Franco.

Professor, can I go to the bathroom for a moment?

At university you are already pissing and shit, sit down.

They say he's so bad because he has a very sick son.

What do you know that I don't know?

Nothing.

Nothing?

Di Sangro Parthenope.

Look at this how "good" it is.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

The three data for Gouliane.

One, the individual. Two, the situation in which he finds himself.

Three, his way of dealing with the given situation.

- But Althusser? - Althusser is the other soul.

In harmony with determinists, structuralists and culturologists,

He considers the anthropological moment as ideological, but I am not interested.

- What interests you? - Always Gouliane.

A culture is a set of spiritual and material values,

that respond to the sum of existential problems,

which, starting from the acquisition of food, reach the creations of art.

On this I not only agree, but moved.

Is my comment so irrelevant that it makes you laugh?

Ok, ok, she knows everything.

- Thirty. - I don't know anything, but I like everything.

[Marotta] What does he not know?

I didn't understand what anthropology is.

So, thirty laude.

Professor Marotta, what is anthropology?

You young people want the answers, but you don't know how to ask the questions.

- Not satisfied? - No.

His is only an impressive answer.

Anthropology is the science that studies human types and aspects

from a morphological and psychological point of view.

Is this the right answer?

No, that's just the answer you can afford.

Lévi-Strauss, first phase.

- Thank you. - Good bye.

Oh! The commander always wins!

Then? Have you decided?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Come and work in your office and learn my father's work,

I don't think it's for me.

Tomorrow, when your father retires,

you could run my shipping company.

- I'm not like my father. - You have to find a job.

Raimondo, you are now grown up.

Let me embark on one of your ships,

the one that goes to the North, to the Baltic, as a deckhand.

You are in the most beautiful place in the world. Why do you want to go cold?

It is impossible to be happy in the most beautiful place in the world.

- For the commander without salt. - Porridge! Hip, hip, hooray!

But I say, a ragù, right?

- It's tradition, my mother was English. - You are from Milan,

a cutlet, a risotto with ossobuco...

- Parthe', what do you read? - John Cheever.

Alcoholic, depressed, wonderful.

Parthe', you are young.

Who makes you keep up with the problems of the Americans?

The university? Have you started?

Anthropology, thirty laude with Professor Marotta.

- A wonderful man. - When you're young, everything is wonderful.

- When you grow up, everything fades. - Gusts of optimism.

The certainty of reality makes us fade, Tonino. Did you understand?

Sasà is sensitive.

He had the idea of giving a shoe before the vote and one after.

Great sensitivity even in that circumstance.

So many speeches he wrote to me,

He is a genius of rhetoric and accounts.

I have always covered it with money.

If I was mayor in Naples it is thanks to him.

- Ah! - Where did you get sunburned?

- Here. - We challenge the porridge.

Challenge is the right word, porridge is a battle.

What is it like?

It tastes mahogany.

Parthe',

but if I were forty years younger, would you marry me?

- The right question is another. - Which one?

If I were forty years older, would she marry me?

You're really a cunning girl.

Your brother Raimondo is fragile.

Like me.

Raimondo sees everything.

Raimondo knows everything.

Here you are.

- Response? - Plus one billion three hundred million.

Sasà, come here, come. Come.

On Saturday there was a big party at my house.

- Sasà, who the fuck is that? - Arturo.

No, his name is Gianni, he is a boyfriend of Parthenope.

- Guys, what are you doing this summer? - Capri.

- Capri. - A true Neapolitan does not go to Capri.

Either he is too poor or too lazy.

- Until you work, I won't give you a penny. - Somehow I do.

I want to get engaged to Alba Nardella, she is going to Capri.

- Who is it? - Like "who is he"?

She is the scosciata of Portofino, a divinity.

- Shall we go to the beach? - I have to finish practicing.

Let's go to Capri.

Me, you and Sandrino. Let's go to Capri.

We say it every summer and we never do it.

- With what money? - The ones we don't have.

- Where do we sleep? - Where it happens.

What a foolish idea.

Parthe', let yourself go.

The bar is always open, we are young, let yourself go, eh?

Let yourself go.

Miss, since you are not our guests,

The time has come for her and her brother to leave the hotel.

If she leaves, we all leave.

I was joking.

What's the matter, Sandri'?

- Where are we going to sleep tonight? - Who knows?

Meanwhile, there is a party at Silvana Piscitelli's.

He noticed that young people

Do they always aim, shamelessly, at desperation?

Miss, excuse me.

He...

He would offer her a picnic.

What a foolish idea.

He doesn't know that they invented restaurants?

What do I answer?

That I go to the restaurant with an American friend of mine.

- Will you invite me to lunch? - With great pleasure.

Silence.

It is a mystery in the beautiful.

It is a failure in the ugly.

I've always been ugly, but she...

She is aware

of the disruptive arrival of her beauty?

I begin to suspect it.

If she wants to be sure, she should be an actress.

I study Anthropology.

She would be perfect to become a diva.

I am Lidia Rocca, film agent.

I represent only those who have made it.

But he should study.

Here, here is my number.

There is the number of the best acting teacher in Naples, Flora Malva.

Call her, please.

Thank you, I'll think about it.

He...

… He would like to know when you can see each other.

He would love to take her on a helicopter ride.

He will have to wait.

How much?

This is the game, we don't know.

What are you thinking about?

What happened to all the good night resolutions

that we composed drunks?

All the promises of friendship,

All the Oaths of Eternal Love

Vanish

with sleep.

They reappear the next day.

Blurred.

Away.

Impossible.

In uncertain lucidity

of morning headaches,

Life is...

just unbearable.

Can I take a shower at her place?

Huh? Swim!

"How many have slept here?

What did the lovers say to each other in this bed?

The same things are always said.

Fortunately

There are writers

to vary the monotony of their words.

I can smell it

of all those who have slept here.

And you?"

What about you?

Do you smell it?

- What does it smell like? - The smell of dead loves.

Can I fall in love with her?

I could love her too, you know?

If only I could prove to myself that I don't like men.

She can take it all,

without even asking.

Everyone will be happy for her.

Don't believe it?

You try.

Beauty is like war.

Open the doors wide.

Yesterday in Piazzetta Alba Nardella smiled at me.

And so, the great man got off his helicopter.

Since she didn't get on it...

In your opinion, will I have to wait much longer?

I finish dancing to this song and we leave.

- Alba Nardella? - It's me.

- I was looking for you. - Did you find me?

That's what I hope.

That is my home.

Mmh.

A seafood?

Better not.

It seems that cholera is circulating in Naples because of mussels.

- These come from Normandy. - Ah.

It's just what they told her, that's how you do it with the rich.

- Do you always have the answer so ready? - I'll try.

I read and study a lot.

How good!

No.

First let's look at the summer.

What are you thinking about?

I can't sleep with her just out of good manners.

Is that the only reason she would sleep with me?

Good manners.

Don't you find that desire is a mystery and sex your funeral?

No, I wouldn't say that.

Anyway, look, I understand, no problem.

- I disappointed her. - I repeat, there is no problem.

After all, you're not that great.

First, at the picnic,

She wasn't thinking about anything,

Because she is not intelligent.

Parthe', you're a diva.

Good evening.

Excuse me for this morning.

I was so sad that I didn't show up.

True. My name is Parthenope.

John Cheever.

I read all his stories.

Well, life is full of misfortunes.

- What does it do? - The usual.

I take long and sad walks.

Can I accompany her?

- No. - Why not?

Because I don't want to steal even a moment of her youth.

No, no.

Have I done something wrong?

Let's talk a little.

She is not in love with you.

I have, however, all my life.

But why?

Because she always runs away.

What is he thinking?

To always find the right answer.

- Fancy dancing? - Yes.

Sorry.

Let's go.

What is it?

It is cholera.

Cholera has arrived.

What does he want?

- I would like to ask for the thesis with her. - Do you already have a topic in mind?

Yes.

I would like...

Would you like it?

The anthropological reasons for suicide.

Because?

Because...

Because my brother...

Look at me.

I will never judge her.

She will never judge me.

Do you like this pact?

- I am not convinced by the thesis on suicide. - Because?

It does not help us.

I suggest another topic.

The cultural frontiers of the miracle.

You try not to write a thesis that then ends up like this.

Your father and I got married here.

On our wedding night we conceived Raimondo.

It's your fault.

I know.

It's your fault.

I'm Parthenope, I have an appointment with Flora Malva.

Wait here, sooner or later it will appear.

- Ernesto! - Arrival.

I love Naples.

- Me too. - Wake up, little one.

Imitate me and repeat: "I love Naples".

I love Naples.

You have neither diction nor intensity. Accommodated.

Lidia was telling the truth, you are disturbing, you remember me.

I can teach you everything,

except for the one thing we won't forget.

The sighs of love.

- Do you understand me when I express myself? - Yes, yes.

- It is a concept within my reach. - Good, you're insolent.

An actress has to be insolent.

I'm going to introduce you to my friend Greta Cool, do you know her?

Of course famous, who doesn't know it?

Do you know that Greta Cool is an anal sex sympathizer?

But there is nothing wrong with that.

Greta Cool is the smartest of all of us, she is so smart that she has become good.

My husband, Arturo Giani, the greatest playwright of the 20th century,

he worshipped her.

My husband was in theater.

Greta Cool didn't know how to do theater, it was too difficult for her.

So, I, Flora Malva, entered the scene.

- Why do you want to be an actress? - Um...

In old films, actors always have the answer ready.

It's true.

Life should be like this.

Instead, we don't fall asleep at night.

We mull over the right answer to give to the men who have offended us.

Beautiful women are offended all the time.

Staying for dinner? My poor husband's friends are coming.

All right.

- He will not find anyone. - Because?

Because his is an agenda of the dead.

Why does he have his face covered?

A damn Brazilian surgeon massacred her.

- Are you inert? - I really hope not.

Then, never expose your photos. Even beauty, don't count on it.

It captivates the first ten minutes and irritates for the next ten years.

I'm not hungry anymore, we deserve a cognac.

Wait for me in the living room, I'm going to make myself comfortable.

Christ!

Come in, little one.

Only steam gives relief to my gloomy skin.

I knew you wouldn't resist and that you would come looking for me.

- I was worried. - No, you were curious.

An actress has a moral duty to be curious,

even a woman, otherwise, succumbs.

- Would you give me a kiss now? - What?

You got it right.

I haven't kissed anyone for twenty years, since I became a widow.

Ernesto has huge teeth, I tried, I can't.

It's like kissing a boundary wall.

- Then? - First I would like to see his face.

You wouldn't kiss me anymore.

You can see my mouth. Isn't that enough?

Not...

I don't know.

We can't go back, little one.

Sooner or later, we are condemned to let go.

I've always had a beautiful mouth.

Huh...

How many dolls!

Motherhood chased me... everywhere.

Why don't you resume work with the commander?

I am wealthy enough to afford not to work anymore.

- You have gone crazy. - Yes, we have gone crazy.

What do you need to do to make you come to your senses?

A nephew.

A grandchild would help us.

What a foolish idea.

Welcome back to beautiful Naples.

Beautiful once.

Mrs. Cool, I am Alcide Riposato, the owner's son.

- Why didn't your father come? - Because he died six years ago.

It could have come anyway, we are talking about me.

There is a wonderful surprise for her.

To surprise me you need the atomic bomb.

Now here we are, the greatest of all, the diva of divas.

Just for you...

Greta Cool!

Now the surprise we promised her.

The sculptor Drago Azzurro wanted to portray it like this. You're welcome, girls.

See

The problem is not that this statue is ugly.

The problem is you Neapolitans.

You are depressed and you don't know it.

You walk arm in arm with horror and you don't know it.

You are just scruffy and folkloristic.

Everyone laughs at you and you don't notice it.

You boast that you are clever.

But what did you get out of all this cunning?

You are poor, cowardly, whiny, backward.

Stealed and badly acted.

You are always ready to throw the cross on someone else.

The invader of the moment, the corrupt politician, the unscrupulous building owner.

But the misfortune is you.

You are a people of wretches and you boast of being one.

You will never make it.

Dear horrendous Neapolitans, I'm going back to the North,

where beautiful silence reigns,

since I have not been Neapolitan for many years.

I was saved, but you didn't.

You are dead.

A million?

We had agreed on thirty, little lunatic.

If you did what you had to do.

You have only spat us out and humiliated us, because you are ungrateful.

If it wasn't for Naples, now you were doing the marchettes at the Red Bridges.

Your mother used to make the jokes. Who authorized you to switch to you?

Give me my thirty million, fucking face.

Greta Cool, but go blowjob.

Leaves! Leaves!

But what...

Fuck off!

- Who the fuck is he? - I'm Parthenope.

- Flora Malva sends me. - What do you want?

I brought her hair back.

Enter.

Take off your fur.

Sit down.

Do you know that Flora Malva is an anal sex sympathizer?

But there is nothing wrong with that.

What a crap evening!

Vulgar men and coarse women who think they are elegant.

This city will never be elegant.

Did I exaggerate with my speech?

What can I do about it? I don't like to go back to this shit pit.

I only remember when I had patches on my ass.

Kissing a beautiful mouth and discovering with your tongue that there are no teeth.

Poor loves.

Only this has remained with me as a memory of this city

and my mother ready to feed me to anyone, but let's forget it.

But we didn't need anything.

Not even teeth.

Poor loves.

Who knows, maybe it was better this way.

Flora Malva told me that you want to be an actress.

You are beautiful and unforgettable, but your eyes are dull.

You are joyless, dear.

The camera does not accept this.

Leave the actress's bullshit alone, it's not for you.

Then you see me?

Do I seem happy to you?

Yet, I am the most important of all.

Fuck off.

Roberto Criscuolo.

Did you like Greta Cool's speech?

I found it...

original.

It's all true what he said about this city.

"Guess who I am".

"I'm waiting for you, Robe'".

Roberto.

- Robertino. - "You are the king of Naples".

Beautiful.

Come here, come here.

Good evening everyone. Come here, come.

Come here. How many are you?

- For you. - Thank you.

- For you. - Thank you.

Look at that how beautiful it is. Hi baby.

- How beautiful it is! - It looks like the Madonna.

- She looks like Sophia Loren. - Oh my, really.

Thank you.

Pum, pum, pum!

Good evening.

Gentlemen, kindly, a little space. Thank you.

How are you?

How are you?

Roberto. You're back? How beautiful you are!

That slut of your mother, Gigione!

Ciro Criscuolo and Vittoria da Casamicciola are the future,

hope.

The heir they will give us will be the symbol of our peace.

From two great families, the Criscuolo and the Casamicciola,

today the most powerful family in the South is born.

The great merger.

Now you can take a seat.

- Let's take a seat, come. - What's going on?

- The great merger. - What is it?

Father, let's begin.

In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

May God bless you. I recommend.

What the fuck are you looking at me doing? Look at her, kiss.

Start touching each other.

So I can't.

- Why don't you leave? - This time we have to check.

Vittoria, as I showed you the other night.

Huh?

Come on.

- Five. - Four.

Three, two, one.

You're shaking.

Are you cold?

No.

I'm excited.

I was born here.

In the water.

What are you thinking about?

I show up.

"Taking into account the exams taken

and evaluated the final paper with the related discussion,

The commission approved your degree exam with this vote.

Giuseppe Arco, 96 out of 110. Elisa Marti, 98 out of 110.

Arturo Bracco, 86 out of 110. Maria Buono, 90 out of 110.

Parthenope Di Sangro, 110 laude out of 110,

With the applause of the commission, dignity of the press and academic kiss.

- Great. - Thank you.

- Will you give me the academic kiss? - She graduated late.

They made me believe that I could become an actress.

With the highest grade, however, I graduated.

- Will he tear up my thesis too? - No.

- Is this good news? - Yes.

With a serious in-depth analysis,

His thesis could be worthy of publication.

Thing?

The general part on the cultural impact of the miracle in advanced societies

it's great.

I'm happy with what he tells me, because I understand something.

We have all understood at least one thing.

I would like to try a university career.

- I feel that it is my path. - Is it safe?

Look, you become like me.

Wouldn't that be wonderful?

No.

Professor, you have not yet told me what anthropology really is.

Come and visit me in May.

Professor.

Thank you.

It is a problem that everyone has to solve for themselves.

Those who are in love realize it sooner or later.

What?

When you kiss, you kiss.

With Alfredo I never noticed anything.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

However, it is also...

[nurse] Come, dear.

Rest assured, it won't be a long thing.

Undress.

- Why are you moving? - Salary increase.

After all, I'm still the son of a waitress.

No, that's not the reason.

Parthe',

In this city I was left with only feelings of guilt.

It is not our fault that Raimondo is dead.

- Yes, on the contrary. - No.

It's your fault.

That night, in Capri,

If you hadn't distracted me with your kisses and caresses,

Raimondo would still be alive.

You should be ashamed of what you just said.

My name is Parthenope, I'm never ashamed.

Always catchphrases, eh?

Do you prefer obvious phrases?

No, true.

The truth is unspeakable.

Raimondo was fragile.

Raymond confused the irrelevant with the decisive,

like everyone in this city.

Except me.

In this city where people live and die for futile reasons.

I hate this city.

You have become ruthless, conceited and cold.

I became an adult.

Perhaps, after all, you have never known how to love anyone.

You.

You were my first love.

Maybe one day I'll come back to be the last.

No, it won't be like that.

Do you know how it will go?

- No. - In Milan you will get married.

You will have one or two children.

After a few years, you will have a crisis with your wife.

Then, you will call me back.

You'll find out right after hearing my voice after a long time

that I am not the reason.

The crisis with your wife will return and everything will return to serenity.

Do you know why, Sandri'?

No.

Because I was only a young love.

Young loves have been of no use.

They have served to give us the illusion of lightheartedness.

What did I say?

They were of no use.

Now I must go, Parthe.'

What's the matter, Sandri'?

Don't like me anymore?

I had an illegal abortion, that's why I came late.

I killed the principal, that's why I came early.

We both have no alibi.

I will never judge her and she will never judge me.

Let's go?

- Where? - He has to help me do the tests.

- My assistants are at a conference. - I don't know if I'm capable.

An expert on the subject, for the law she can, then it takes nothing to teach.

"It is enough for a professor to be one lesson ahead of the students."

- Do you know who said that? - No.

Billy Wilder, an anthropologist.

I don't remember much, I took the exam many years ago.

She has the book, they don't.

Scroll through the index, choose three questions and finally decide the vote.

She will love it.

Come on, it's late.

Yes, relativism.

Relativism...

- Thank you, goodbye. - Good bye.

Esposito Lucia.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

The concept of structure for Lévi-Strauss.

Yes.

Uh...

It's best if I come back next session.

Give me the booklet.

- Thirty laude, it can go. - Thank you.

Every time we go...

He intends to use this unique method of assigning grades

Even when will she be a full professor?

No.

Why did he promote that girl

instead of having it come back to the next session?

At the next session he will find himself with a small child.

She would never return.

I wouldn't have come back either, if it hadn't been for her.

Let's hope I don't regret it.

Let me be one of your 150 assistants and you won't regret it.

- Hello, Marotta. - Hello, Sartre.

For me, intellectuals with black turtlenecks should be shot.

We have to go easy on the judgments cut with the hatchet,

because, sooner or later, someone takes the hatchet and throws it at our heads.

Okay, then let's just say that Restelli is rhetorical and pompous.

Pompous, confident.

Just think that, when he divorced, he told me that a schism had taken place.

And what about your wife, professor? Nothing is known.

Some time ago he left me for a cheerful notary.

Oxymoron. Obviously, she regretted it.

- Are you back together? - No.

Then, in the meantime, I realized

that I liked to devote all my time to my son.

- Your son, they told me that... - How did your brother die?

- He let himself go. - And you? Did she let herself go?

How long has it been since your father hugged you?

I don't remember it anymore.

Since his brother died.

- Does he want to hug me? - Yes.

Sorry.

- I have to talk to her. - I too have to tell you something.

It's a confidential thing, I'd prefer that we meet at my house.

- All right. - I live with my son.

All right.

- Don't ask me anything. - All right.

Tell me first what you wanted to tell me.

The Journal of Anthropological Studies

he asked me for a publication on the miracle of San Gennaro.

I said yes, it seems very interesting to me.

- I asked for an appointment with Tesorone. - I know him well.

Be careful, he is a scoundrel.

- In what sense? - In every sense.

What did you want to tell me?

I will be retiring soon.

- It's not good news for me. - Yes, on the contrary.

Soon there will be a competition for a chair in Trento.

I would like you to participate. You can win.

He does a year or two there, then he could return to Naples and take my place.

What do you say?

I love Naples.

- Then his assistants? - They will not become full professors.

They will remain your assistants, if you want them.

- I'm an assistant too. - No, she is something else.

She looks like me.

Why does he do all this for me?

Because she can become an excellent anthropologist,

even if he does not yet know what anthropology is.

Hour

the real reason why I made her come.

I wanted to introduce them...

Be careful of Tesorone, that man is the devil.

I break my dick to do the miracle.

Every year all this responsibility falls on me alone.

Always the same story.

If the blood does not melt, whose fault is it?

Obviously, yours truly.

- You don't imagine stress. - No, I see it.

How do you combine stress with dyeing?

This is a hobby. Don't you have a hobby?

No.

Not having a hobby is also a hobby.

Do you work with Marotta?

How is he?

Difficult to understand.

Marotta is less mysterious than he wants us to believe.

She only has one problematic son.

- Um... You're more mysterious, aren't you? - Of course, what questions!

I am a priest.

I found you a nice panoramic spot for the miracle,

So you won't miss anything about the show.

What? Is he already leaving? Won't you show me the treasure of San Gennaro?

Now I don't have time, I have to go and see the ampoule.

San Gennaro, pray for me. San Gennaro, pray for me.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail, O Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.

Blessed are you among women, blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners.

Lord, have mercy.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

San Gennaro, pray for me.

Hail, O Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with you.

Blessed are you among women, blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God...

- What is it? - It's blood.

- Don't push. - Help her.

San Gennaro!

You have performed the miracle, San Gennaro!

Thank you, my holy man, you chose me!

Take that coarse one out at once!

Road! Outside!

- Nice holy man! - Road!

They invent everything.

Now even the fake menstrual cycle.

All to divert attention from me.

- From San Gennaro. - No, from me.

I am exhausted, destroyed, very tired.

It seems that she had to do the miracle.

- Who tells you that this is not the case? - Ah.

I'm sorry that the blood didn't melt.

Huh... It will disband next year.

Do you want to take a tour of the cathedral?

Christ loves too much and is bent by his own love.

Love is like that, it's not manageable,

for this reason from Jesus to the songwriters,

they all try to tell us how to get to the bottom of it.

Do you love too much or too little?

This is all the difference.

They are all false doors.

I miss the air.

It is Catholicism.

- Freedom does not pass through doors. - Um...

- Where does it pass? - It does not pass.

Can you show me the treasure of San Gennaro?

Now I don't have time.

I have to go to a party, do you want to come with me?

All the times you wanted to cry and you held back.

Here, only here in the church,

You have the freedom to let go.

Why should I cry?

Because motherhood has chased you everywhere and you have escaped it.

- Do you like this house? - I know this house well.

Your Eminence, I am so dismayed that you cannot celebrate the miracle.

- What the fuck happened? - Nothing, nothing important.

An exhibitionist, a coarse, started to make the show.

San Gennaro got distracted and did nothing.

This has happened.

If you have a way, bring me a nice drink.

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Mom!

Years ago, it was a New Year's Eve.

I saw you.

You made love in the water.

- No, it wasn't me. - Yes, it was you.

Parthenope.

- Your Eminence, what are you thinking of? - To my mother.

She knew everything.

When you know everything, you die early and alone.

Get acquainted with the unspeakable.

It is a vertigo.

God is limited, he has not entertained us children enough.

God only committed himself when he invented happy childhood,

where everything was light purity.

Then he got distracted, he let himself go,

so the world we knew as children,

suddenly and without warning,

he has exhausted himself.

The worlds...

Worlds get tired.

Now, girls, that's it.

I need a drink, I'm exhausted. Ah!

Parthenope!

Commander, you recognized me.

It was impossible to forget you.

- Do you remember that you wanted to marry me? - We are always on time, if you want.

Commander, you run too fast for my taste.

First I would need a long courtship.

A long courtship, that fool of your sister!

You are a cunning girl.

A cunning girl.

- You are a rare woman. - Because?

Why not take advantage of your beauty.

- You are wrong, Commander. - No, no.

How are your parents?

When your brother died, they died too.

And I got lost.

I said goodbye to everyone.

Now, whenever you want, I am ready to show you the treasure of San Gennaro.

The treasure of San Gennaro.

At the end of life only irony will remain.

What a foolish idea! I look like a relic.

You look like a saint.

What do you like about a woman?

The back. The rest is pornography.

You should give yourself to me, Parthenope.

Ah, really? Let's hear, why?

Because my body is made to be rejected.

But refusing me would be obvious.

You, on the other hand, know how to be an amazing woman.

I am an obvious woman.

You always have the answer ready.

Well

I will be content to remember you like this and to dream of you.

If I had to give myself to you, it wouldn't be to be surprising,

but because I like you.

What do you like about me?

The cheekiness.

I call it the art of seduction.

- Do you want to know what I'm thinking about? - No.

Because I already know.

And what am I thinking?

To everything else.

You are like the miracle of San Gennaro.

A mystery.

Or a scam.

Now let's make love.

You don't have to be hasty.

We must slowly approach God.

Soon there will be the conclave.

I will be too close to God to continue dating you.

What a pity!

On the other hand, what do you want to do?

I made up my mind to become Pope.

What's everything else I was thinking?

Time passes next to pain.

Or maybe it is not so.

Or maybe it is not so.

How did it go with Tesorone?

He was right, that man is the devil.

He is just a seducer.

Anyway, I had her come to tell her that the time has come.

I am retiring.

I'm sure the university will give her a big party.

I have never loved parties.

Have you reflected on the idea of Trento?

I can't become a professor of anthropology,

if I don't know what exactly anthropology is first.

Anthropology is seeing.

That's it?

Was it that simple?

Then I feel like I've been doing it all my life.

It is very difficult to see,

Because it's the last thing you learn.

When do you learn to see?

When everything else begins to be lacking.

What is everything else?

Love, youth,

desire, emotion, pleasure.

And the remote chance to laugh once again

for a distinguished man who stumbles and falls in a street in the center.

- Now come with me. - Where?

To see.

We are under a sky and we can all make mistakes.

So, two weeks ago,

if any of the experts in sociology,

criminal anthropology, syndiology, stronzology,

had moved...

Dad, he said "asshole".

Yes, Stefano, the gentleman said "asshole".

… turn a blind eye to the former prisoners who...

- Hello. - Hello.

- It is made of water and salt. - Like the sea.

- It's beautiful. - Yes, it's beautiful.

Goodbye, Parthenope.

- Hello. - Hello.

I will never forget the exam with her.

When I asked her if I could go to the bathroom, she replied:

"At university you are already pissed and shit".

Huh!

Was he a boyfriend?

How long is it?

In two days I'll get out of the accounts.

What will it be called?

If it's female, I'd like to call it by its name.

Parthenope.

No.

Nothing is known about your private life, professor.

- There is not much to know. - We want to know anyway.

Can we ask you some indiscreet questions?

Yes of course.

He could have stayed in Trento for a couple of years and then gone to teach in Naples.

Instead, she stayed here forty years, until retirement.

Because?

As you can see, I fell in love with speck.

Why didn't she get married?

Because no one has ever seriously asked me.

The children?

Excuse me.

I'm distracted.

Or maybe I didn't know how to ask myself the right questions and...

And now what will he do?

And now... And now...

Good!

Parthe'!

What are you thinking about?

What are you thinking about?

Surrender to the perfect summer,

We were beautiful and unhappy.

Maybe it was wonderful to be a boy.

It didn't last long.

I was sad and frivolous, determined and listless,

like Naples,

where there is always room for everything.

I was alive and alone.

What was I thinking?

The love to try to survive...

Love to try to survive

It was a failure.

Or maybe it is not so.

And anyway, God doesn't love the sea.

Remember, God does not love the sea.

Good bye.

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