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Why are you sleeping in your sister's room and not yours?

The bathroom's closer.

Where'd you get this?

I found it.

You were so cute.

Is that any way to fold shirts?

You're a moron.

You button it all the way up.

Not like that, let me do it.

Look.

It wasn't that difficult.

Leonardo, check your suitcase. You didn't load it right.

- What's wrong with it? - It's wobbling. If I brake hard

it'll fall on you and you'll be killed outright.

Have you got everything?

- Everything? - Yes.

- Ticket? ID? - Got it.

- Mobile phone? - Got it.

- Phone charger? - Got it.

- Computer? - Yes.

- Computer plug? - Wait.

- I think I've forgotten my ID card. - What?

- Really? - Just joking.

You really are a blockhead. Do you know that?

- It's dangerous to joke in a car. - Sorry.

Fuck you! From the depths of my soul!

You don't joke around in a car. You die in a car!

Sorry, sorry.

What are your plans when you get to London, what will you do?

I land at Heathrow... No, sorry, at Gatwick.

- Oh Blessed Mother! - Gatwick.

I woke up last night with a nosebleed.

You have weak capillaries, like me.

I suffered from nosebleeds when I was a kid.

I couldn't stop it, I nearly bled to death.

- Oh, that bad? - Yeah.

Perhaps I should get it checked out.

You don't need to get it checked out, it's nothing serious.

LONDON

I'm outside.

Okay, I'll be right there.

My little brother!

- How are you? - Fine, you?

- Fine. How was your flight? - Fine.

Go through.

I can't believe you're here, I swear.

- Happy to become a Londoner, sweetie? - Sure. Yeah.

That last day I said to my class, "I never want to see you again!"

And now I'm here in London with Leonardo.

You made friends with my sister, it's not my fault.

Leonardo, it's always your fault.

The bastard received the plant.

Really, what did he say?

He sent me the photo, the fucker.

What's up?

- I'm embarrassed to tell Leonardo. - Go on, tell him!

The thing is, I screwed this guy who didn't tell me he had thrush.

So I sent a cactus to his office with a note, "Thanks for thrush".

Black paper in a black envelope.

- Sorry, but what's thrush? - Leonardo, are you for real?

Love, it's a venereal disease.

- And what happens? - I'll let you Google that.

Don't worry, we'll have a great time at Maddox tonight.

Yeah, then I'll find another.

I forgot to tell you, we're eating here first...

then we're going to Maddox.

- Which one is Maddox? - The one we went to last year

in the Piccadilly area... we went together once.

- What kind of music do they play? - Hip hop stuff.

The place they let you in for free because you're nice and you have pussies?

- That's right. - Okay then.

Shall we cook some pasta?

Will you lend me your snakeskin boots, doll?

- Of course, babe. - Thanks.

Let's grab some booze, Ceydou's waiting at the tube station.

- Who's Ceydou? - My Turkish friend.

A hot babe.

- Will this do? - Yes.

Come on. Let's go.

Man up.

- Have you got your Oyster card? - Yes.

- Will you hurry up! - I can't find it.

- Your eyes look a bit yellow. - I can't open them in the morning.

- That's so funny! - You're laughing at my suffering.

Shut up, Leonardo, and tickle my arm.

You're always on bullshitting...

- How the fuck do you drink these? - With your mouth, love.

Oh, shit... I can't find my lighter.

- How can you have lost it? - Don't you have one?

No, love.

He's hot!

Remember that desperate guy who tried to hit on me and Grazia?

Thank goodness he left or I'd have taken care of him.

I'd have smashed him in the kisser.

Cut that out.

Lele, don't puke here or they'll throw us off the bus.

Don't puke here, they'll kick up a fuss.

I can't hold it in.

What an asshole!

You're like a three-year-old.

I'm only joking.

Can you believe he can't hold his drink at 19!?

He's practically a kid.

God forbid, if I hadn't puked at the end of the night...

I wouldn't have had fun.

To answer the question you asked before,

it's going well.

With the tables at Libertine and Maddox I've made at least... 3,000 quid.

Yes, Mr. 3,000 Quid, will you let me and Grazia in on Friday?

- Lele, do you want to come? - Yes.

If it's you guys, okay, but the guys mustn't outnumber the girls.

But you can certainly come in.

What's up, Lele? You're strange, you're quiet.

He's always strange.

I'm tired.

Giulia says even when Lele's present, he's not really.

Whatever.

- Hi. - Hi.

Don't get up, I'll wash the dishes again.

When do you start uni?

Monday.

Didn't you have open days?

- Yes, but I didn't bother. - They're helpful!

- They do fuck all! - That's not true.

They explain the layout of the building, you meet the staff.

Have you seen where the university is, at least?

Yes, Zone 4.

And how are you going to get there every day?

You'll have to move closer.

Are you looking for a place or facing a three-hour commute?

- I'm looking on the Internet a bit. - What do you mean "a bit", Lele?

You're so disorganized!

- Did you eat my yogurts? - Yes, one.

Darn it, why didn't you ask me first?

- You're a pain in the arse. - No, you're a pain.

If you eat my stuff, I go fucking hungry, that's all I eat, okay?

Someone left the stove on, it stunk of gas.

- I turned it off after I used it. - I haven't even eaten, so...

- Okay, it's my fault. - Do you want to blow us up?

I knew I'd get killed thanks to a classmate!

Do something at least, clean up.

I found your dirty cotton buds in the bathroom.

You are so gross!

- Lele, aren't you coming? - No.

How the fuck can you stay in on Friday night?

Come on, we'll wait, but you'd better hurry up.

Don't call me Lele, it's shitty. And I'm not coming.

- Okay, bye. - Bye.

Bye.

THE BEST ITALIAN UNIVERSITIES FOR STUDYING LITERATURE.

APPLICATION

REQUEST ENROLMENT

- Hi, sweetie, we're over there. - Thanks, I have to go.

Oh, so sorry...

Hi, love...

Is the food any good?

I spoke to your dad,

I told him there's no Internet, he said it's not a problem.

You don't have Wi-Fi?

I don't have a lot of data.

There's no Wi-Fi, we're having work done but it'll take some time.

If you need to, come to our hotel next door, we've got Wi-Fi there.

Okay, thanks.

Hello, girls. These are your flatmates.

Hi.

Shall we go to your room?

This is the room. The window has a spectacular view.

Your bed. A bathroom with a shower.

You've got my number,

if you need anything... the hotel's next door.

- Look on Google Mappa, Alma Domus. - Perfect.

PIETRO GIORDANI - EPISTOLARY

- I'm hungry. - Just a sec. It's coming up.

- I'm starving. - You never change.

Hi. We didn't introduce ourselves.

- Leonardo. - Nice to meet you, I'm Serena.

I'm Valentina, hello.

Sorry, I'm cooking some sauce, but I won't be long.

- Take your time. - Thanks, I will then.

I'm making some meat sauce, do you fancy some?

Thanks but I'm a vegetarian, I don't eat meat.

We'll never eat together, I love meat.

- It's true, she's a glutton! - Let‘s hope not!

- How do you like Siena? - I like it a lot.

- You here for university or work? - University.

University, great!

- I'm studying Literature. You? - I'm studying Law. Shoot me.

You always exaggerate.

I'm in the fourth year of Medicine.

I bet it's your first year, right?

- Yes, my first year. - I thought so.

- When do your lectures start? - Next week.

Such injustice! Only law students start two weeks before.

Listen to her! I just knew it!

- Have you started already? - Yes, last Monday.

Ditto.

Good evening.

- I'm the tenant... - Wait.

I'm the tenant, I'm looking for the owner of...

- The apartment... - What are you saying?

- The man with the bizarre glasses. - Yes.

Good evening.

He's the student who's staying in Vicolo del Tiratoio apartment.

- The Wi-Fi details. - Thanks a lot.

JUSTIN BIEBER PHOTOGRAPHED NAKED

THE SINGER WAS SPOTTED UNCLOTHED IN BORA BORA

Are you nuts?

- Sorry. - Do you want to wake all the guests?

- I'm sorry. - Like hell you are!

Sorry.

"Perhaps in every state beneath the sun...

Or high, or low...

in cradle or in stall...

The day of birth is...

fatal to us all."

- Good morning. - Good morning.

- Have you got an electric hotplate? - Yes, I'll get it for you.

- I need a pot and pan too. - Okay.

Fucking god!

It fucking stinks!

I can't use it anymore, damn it.

A BREATH OF CORRUPTED AIR IMBUED EACH OF MY NERVES.

I want to commit suicide.

I want to commit suicide. I want to commit suicide.

I want to kill myself. I want to kill myself.

I want to kill myself.

I want to die. I want to die.

I want to die.

I want to croak. I want to croak.

Snuff it.

Pass away.

I want to kill myself.

Okay...

It takes patience.

HEALTH: IS LIMESCALE IN TAP WATER HARMFUL?

SEARCH: ELEMENTS IN WATER THAT SEEP INTO THE BRAIN

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL

Hey...

- What's your name? - Me?

What's your name?

Leonardo.

- And yours? - Giulia.

Give me your number, I'll add you to our WhatsApp group.

Okay.

Right, 3-3-4...

- 8-6-7... - Okay.

- 9-2-6-2. - I'll add you.

Okay, thanks.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

Don't get up.

Right, I believe...

that it is crucial

in order to understand Dante's work...

to understand...

the relationship between the Divine Comedy

and Vita Nova.

That is, his youthful work...

written between 1292...

and 1294...

A work containing both verse and prose.

BETTER A SHOT IN THE HEAD!

Like certain works of art...

Hi, Leonardo, I'm from Siena but I can't catch your accent.

- Are you from Turin? - Turin? No.

No one's ever said that before. I'm from Palermo.

I wasn't far out.

Check if I added you to the group chat.

- You did, thanks. - Have a look, you never know.

Wait a sec.

- Let me see. - Here.

Okay, I believe you.

I wasn't sure, because you haven't written anything.

We organise loads of things if you're interested.

We go out, have fun, we go for a beer sometimes...

We sometimes go dancing outside Siena.

- We play the guitar and ukulele. - Really?

Yes, it's fantastic.

- We're a great group. - All from Siena?

No, I have a friend from Florence, then two guys from Calabria,

- Two from Poggibonsi, - There's a lot of you!

Yes! One from San Gimignano,

there are lots of us... too many.

- No... - And now we have you.

- All right. - Okay.

I'll see you then, I'm going this way.

What a pity. See you again then, okay?

- See you again. - I'll see you then, have a nice day.

In this canto it would seem that...

his main source was the inscriptions on tombs...

mainly in Tuscany and Emilia Romagna.

DANTIST OR DENTIST?

Great, it doesn't stink anymore!

Oh, no, just something that stank of toxic plastic.

I'm fucking bored after my third lecture.

His lectures on Dante are awful, endless mind masturbation that...

Dante was inspired by tombstones and such.

I'm not interested in theories founded on nothing.

I want to read him, be amazed, get excited.

He just makes the usual trivial comments

on the most famous cantos of Inferno, like Roberto Benigni does.

I swear, for some of the verses

he chooses the most stupid interpretation, belied by the best.

Why do I have to attend lectures?

If I can spend the time studying more useful material,

more sophisticated, profound, beautiful... Why do I bother?

Once university professors were Parini, Giambattista Vico, Carducci,

now we have this wimp, who's deader than a corpse.

And this is in the top university for Literature in Italy

according to Censis, the fucking research institute!

What do I do? I'll finish reading Purgatorio and Paradiso.

With the interpretations, the good ones...

Then I'll take the exam.

HI, LEONARDO, ARE YOU JOINING US LATER?

ASSHOLE, STOP PISSING ME OFF.

HI, I DIDN'T ANSWER BEFORE AS I WASN'T SURE.

I'M GOING TO ROME TO SEE SOME FRIENDS. MAYBE NEXT TIME.

DANIELLO BARTOLI - LIFE OF FATHER VINCENZO CARAFA

"She would punish herself with an iron chain

and the blood would flow from her flesh onto the ground,

indeed it looked as though an animal had been slaughtered.

The humblest tasks led to her hands becoming calloused

and she would contemplate them with pleasure.

And in winter, with the cold, they would bleed heavily.

When people advised her to use a remedy

she decided to do so.

But as she yearned to suffer,

she used it to irritate the wounds rather than heal them.

And she would wash and rub them with ash and water."

The Dante of Italian prose...

"Fair was he and of gentle aspect.

But a blow had split one of his eyebrows.

When I humbly told him I'd never seen him,

he said, 'Now look' and showed me a wound on his chest.

Then smiling he said, 'I am Manfredi".

Mum?

Leonardo, how are you?

I'm fine.

- How's university going? - Not bad.

- Have you no lectures today? - Not today.

- You are attending, aren't you? - Yes, mum, holy fuck!

What did you say?

Nothing...

I'm stressed out enough with exams, then you play the cop...

Why are you so mean to me?

Mum...

I mean...

Wear your shirt for the exam, or they'll lower your mark.

Jesus Christ!

Okay, goodbye.

Bye.

Talk to me about...

Clear, sweet, fresh water.

Analyse the text from here.

"Grass and flowers which her dress lightly covered the angelic breast."

That is, the grass pressed on her skirt seeing she's sitting on the grass...

Whereas the flowers fell on her breast from the branches of the tree.

No.

- What? - That's not what it means.

Where?

"Ricoverse co' l'angelico seno."

That's what it appears to mean.

- What does "seno" mean? - Breast.

No, it's the bodice of the dress.

I'll ask you a quick question about general literature.

- Then we'll go to Dante. - Yes.

How is Parini's The Day divided up?

The poem is divided into the young man's day.

Mattino, Meriggio, Vespero and Notte.

Perhaps you mean "Vespro", vespers.

"Vespero" is a different thing altogether.

Now tell me about Dante's sources.

Did you read my book?

Did you or didn't you?

I didn't know there was a book.

So you didn't attend my lectures?

All right.

Right...

analyse...

Canto 11 of Purgatorio.

"In painting Cimabue thought that he should hold the field,

now Giotto has the cry so that the other's fame is growing dim.

So has one Guido from the other taken the glory of our tongue,

and he perchance is born, who from the nest shall chase them both."

So it starts with the example in figurative art, painting.

Cimabue thought he was the best painter,

but now, in Dante's day,

Giotto is more famous and has taken his place,

and Cimabue is almost forgotten.

He gives an example in poetry and speaks of Guido Guinizzelli and Guido Cavalcanti.

In Dante's day Calvalcanti outclasses Guinizzelli.

Then he adds there could be a poet who dethrones them both.

In short, he speaks of the vanity of fame.

And who was it who "chased them from the nest"?

He could be talking about himself.

But actually...

some interpreters believe he can't be talking about himself.

Why not?

Because it would be absurd that in the canto that punishes pride...

Dante himself acts proud.

- And who said that? - Tommaseo, for example.

He's from 200 years ago!

Yes, yes.

From the mid-19th century.

I see my assistant gave you a 26, I'll confirm that mark.

Can I refuse the mark?

Yes.

Then I'll refuse it.

Then you can come back next time and get another 26.

We'll see.

- So you intend to refuse it? - Yes, please.

Okay.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Give your daughter a 26, asshole!

VESPRO AND VESPERO: LATE HOUR TOWARDS EVENING.

They're the same word!

Daniello agrees, you shit!

Castelvetro agrees with me too, dickhead!

Leopardi agrees with me, asshole!

Carducci agrees with me, Christ Almighty!

Even the contemporaries do!

Can you imagine, he didn't know his "vespero" from his "vespro".

It's fallen out of use but it means the same thing.

And he treated me like shit

because I told him...

a mid 19th-century Dante scholar had an opinion on some verses.

They should shoot themselves through the head.

I'll do something crazy and get kicked out.

I've written a dialogue against the professor and his assistant.

I'll print it and leave it around the university. And fuck off.

- Hello? - Hi, your dad's here too.

- Hi. - Did you take the exam?

- How did it go? - I got a 28.

- Well done. - I deserved more.

- Then why didn't you get it? - 'Cause he doesn't understand a thing.

Sure, of course, the professors are always the problem.

First at high school, now university, you don't think it could be you?

Okay, I'll shut up.

I'm starting to have doubts.

The professor is ignorant.

- Good morning. - I'd like to make some copies, please.

Good.

Goodbye.

As long as you took the exam, forget about the professor.

I can't, I'll be taking other exams with him and I don't want to.

High school was no good,

same with the university in London, now here?

You coerced me into going to London. THE PROFESSOR SWEARS TO FOREVER CURE,

You held me back from studying on my own WITH HIS LESSONS ON DANTE, JUVENILE INSOMNIA.

with financial, psychological, WITH HIS LESSONS ON DANTE, JUVENILE INSOMNIA.

and almost physical violence. HE IS NOT WORTH A HANGNAIL

That's enough of this nonsense. OF A BUTI OR A LANDINO.

Is everything else okay? OF A BUTI OR A LANDINO.

When's your next exam? THE BOORISH BARKER OF AN ASSISTANT

Everything's fine. I don't know THE BOORISH BARKER OF AN ASSISTANT

when the next one is. IS THERE BECAUSE SHE IS HIS MISTRESS.

Okay. IS THERE BECAUSE SHE IS HIS MISTRESS.

Bye. IS THERE BECAUSE SHE IS HIS MISTRESS.

SAVERIO BETTINELLI - ENGLISH LETTERS, VIRGIL'S LETTERS AND LITERARY LIFE

GASPARO GOZZI - IN DEFENCE OF DANTE

WORKS BY FATHER DANIELLO BARTOLI

ISTORIA DELLA COMPAGNIA DI GESÙ, ASIA - WRITTEN BY FATHER DANIELLO BARTOLI

"His legs had been rotting for many years,

they were covered in ulcers and maggots

and were so painful

he couldn't even put his foot down on the ground.

In the last period of his life, he suffered from terrible dysentery,

which, in a man like him, who was almost 60

and already corroded by sores,

was deemed irreparably fatal."

FINISHED READING JANUARY 2015, CAMBRIDGE GIACOMO LEOPARDI - LETTERS

BUT PERHAPS YOU DO NOT KNOW THAT SO FAR

I HAVE GATHERED FROM MY STUDIES NO OTHER FRUIT THAN SUFFERING.

FRAILTY OF BODY;

DEEPEST AND EVERLASTING DEPRESSION OF SPIRITS;

MY TOWNSFOLK'S CONTEMPT AND MOCKERIES.

477 Silly!

Carlo Lolli got Lucrezia Passavia to give him a blindfold blowjob.

Fuck!

Well, Carlo Lolli is an asshole, he's a bag of piss!

Only 12-year-olds do stuff like that!

Anyway, to me I think they're...

You don't say "to me I think".

You can say it, it's just some crap they told us at primary school.

Leo, I read The Betrothed when I was ten,

trust me, I know what I'm saying, and it is wrong.

Okay, but what if I tell you authoritative writers on language

use it without qualms? Even Manzoni.

No, it's grammatically incorrect, it's just wrong.

Who says it's wrong? Is there a grammar god?

Because people and authoritative language scholars

both use it, so there.

Why should you and primary school teachers say what is wrong?

Because "to me I think" is like saying "I eat I eat", doesn‘t make sense.

- That's not the same thing at all. - Don't be so pompous!

- You're right. - Trust me for once!

You're not the only one who studies! Anyway, I've sent you a great meme.

Let's see.

SILVIA, RE-MY-MEMBER

Hello?

BLOCK.

BLOCK PAOLA?

HISTORY OF ITALIAN LITERATURE

MARINO OF PROSE WAS DANIELLO BARTOLI

But what have they got in common?

They're as different as the Sun and the Moon.

HE WAS IN ALMOST EVERY CORNER OF THE EARTH.

I've got you there!

Everyone knows he never left Italy, motherfucking ignorant!

You can read it in any preface from any of his books.

From Marietti on, even the Neapolitan editions of Asia.

No, I don't want this guy in my bookcase.

And remember he called Castiglione mediocre too.

I'll throw it out the window

like Alfieri did with Galateo.

Only I can't change my mind like he did.

I'd hit myself over the head first.

And fancy me reading fashion criticism!

I'll pee on it instead of chucking it.

Fuck you.

YOUR BALANCE

SEXUAL ENCOUNTERS, SIENA

19-YEAR-OLD GUY WITH NO EXPERIENCE IN STUFF LIKE THIS,

DESCRIBED AS GOOD-LOOKING BY OTHERS: MERCENARY.

HI, 100 EUROS FOR FULL INTERCOURSE. CAN YOU SEND A PHOTO?

NO, IF YOU DON'T FANCY ME YOU CAN TELL ME WHEN YOU SEE ME.

I WANT 300 FOR PARTIAL INTERCOURSE.

Fucking hell!

What the fuck!

I was carrying the cake in one hand and the trash in the other.

- Guess which I threw away? - The cake.

Hi.

Knife.

Just think what happened to that poor cake.

ON THE EVENING OF ST. PETER'S DAY, MY NAME DAY,

WHILE WE WERE PLAYING MINCHIATE, THE CARD GAME...

"O bright illusions of my early years!

Whenever I talk I come around to you

for though time passes and affections and ideas change,

I can't forget you.

Glory and honour

are phantoms,

joys and things mere wishes.

Life, worthless misery, bears no fruit.

Yet sometimes I think back on you,

old hopes of mine..."

LET'S GO AND GET IT TOGETHER

NOW THEY'VE GOT THE GOOD STUFF

I'LL LEND YOU THE MONEY

I'LL COME WITH YOU

BUT I WON'T HAVE ANY

IT'S BAD

WE'LL GO THERE AND YOU CAN TRY A BIT

OKAY LET'S GO

FUCKING WORLD

IT'S GOOD, TRY IT

OKAY BUT ONLY A LITTLE

IT WAS GOOD, SEE?

PERHAPS THE MAID PUT SOME LSD IN THE WATER BOTTLE

SO YOUNG

IT'S NOT FAIR

HI, WE'RE GOING DANCING THE DAY AFTER TOMORROW. YOU COMING?

"My motherland, beloved, the life thou gav'st, I render to thee."

Come on, little one, don't worry.

No one's going to hurt you.

Show these fine gentlemen what you're hiding under there.

Good girl.

Look at this marvel.

A delightful little bottom.

You'll never see a firmer one.

Two titties that would resuscitate a dying man.

That will do. Next one.

- Mum? - Leonardo, how are you?

- Fine, and you? - Fine. What's the weather like?

Nice, it's sunny.

I'm at work, did you need something?

- Hello? - Yeah, sorry.

I wanted to ask you if you could send me an advance.

What do you need it for?

I bought some books for uni and now I'm broke.

If I want to go out with friends, for happy hour, a meal...

Okay, I'll send you something

but don't waste it, I don't find money on the ground.

- But all right. - Yeah, thanks. Bye.

- Good evening, you okay? - Hi, I'm fine.

You're a night owl, aren't you?

I finish studying, then, you know... some time on the Internet.

Did you do anything nice this weekend?

I went to a party outside Siena, nothing special.

Well done, we've a little dancer here!

I went to Florence, I come from Florence, I told you that.

My husband's from Siena, as I told you.

It was sunny and really hot in Florence, not like here.

I got a suntan. Yes.

Look, you can see the mark.

Yes, I can see it.

- Okay, have fun on the Internet. - Yeah, see you later.

SIENA HIGH SCHOOLS

DUCCIO DI BUONINSEGNA SCHOOL OF ART.

SARROCCHI TECHNICAL COLLEGE AND HIGH SCHOOL.

What are you talking about, asshole?

I'd have to pretend that he is a girl and she is a boy,

so then maybe it'll work out... Yeah.

Oh God, I can‘t see anymore!

Can you take our picture?

Sure.

Can you take some in black and white?

Yes.

Thanks.

There you go.

You're hot!

Thank you.

FAVOURITE SONG AT THE MOMENT?

TEDUA'S LINGERIE

I'LL BE WITH YOU SOON, LITTLE BROTHER.

Hi, how are things?

Fine.

- Baby! - Hi.

- Hi, we managed it. - Yeah, we managed it.

- How are things? - Fine, and you?

- Fine. Is this the kitchen? - Yes.

And this is the corridor...

and my room's there.

- Well, it's not too bad. - No, it's not bad.

Damn, how many books have you bought?

I had some already.

How can you afford them?

I buy them for peanuts online, on Ebay.

- How much does Mum give you? - 100 a week.

- Yeah, 100. - You don't have to believe me.

Vernacular version of Acts of the Apostles, by Fr. Domenico Cavalca,

Dominican friar... lots of fun!

Lots.

When did you last clean up? It's covered in dust.

I haven't had much time. I have to study, go to uni,

attend lectures, etc...

- What's that there? - What?

- That, the hot plate. - It's a hot plate.

I don't believe it, but why?

Do you cook in your room? Why don't you use the kitchen?

Seeing that I cook legumes that cook for 45 minutes...

I can't hog the kitchen every day, all day long.

It's disgusting, it's got years of food stuck to it. At least clean it!

The foam from black rice is a tough enemy.

You're really gross.

Well then...

- What shall we do? - What shall we do?

Do I get to meet your friends? Have you plans?

I'll text them.

- Good. - Thanks.

POO PISS...

Sent. Shall we go for a walk around Siena?

Of course.

Fucking hell!

- Are you crazy? - Are you stupid?

What if you fall? I can't stand heights.

No words...

A photo for Instagram.

It's so gruesome!

AS YOU ARE NOW, I ONCE WAS. AS I AM NOW, YOU WILL BE.

Will you massage my hand?

- Done! - Come on!

Remember what you did as a kid?

I won't fall for it again, eh?

I told you to go first, then when it was my turn, I pretended to fall sleep.

What a cheek! You've even the nerve to admit it!

And when I was five and got my first Christmas and birthday money?

You asked me for it and I handed it over.

What about it? We used it to buy rabbits.

Or to buy them food.

That was when I was about eight.

What's wrong?

- You think I was a bad sister? - I was only joking!

I was joking.

You shouldn't say these things, you know I'm sensitive.

Jeez! I'm whacked!

What did your friends say?

They suggested something, but I'm half-dead.

Do you mind if we stay home?

Are you very tired, love?

- Half dead. - Okay, we'll stay home then.

- But I wanted to meet your friends. - I know.

But you could have stayed another day, right?

I know, you're right, it's just...

it's Martina's birthday, you know.

If I don't go, she'll never forgive me, what can I do?

Yeah.

TRAP IS INGURGITATED AMERICAN PUKE, RE-PUKED IN HALF-ITALIAN.

DAMAGING FOR SOCIETY, REMEMBER HOW THE VERSE OF A FOUL SONG

COULD BECOME THE RULE IN YOUR EARLY ADOLESCENCE.

MUSICIANS BEFORE WERE NO GENTLEMEN,

TAKE THOSE MURDERERS THE BEATLES AND PINK FLOYD WHO PRAISED DRUGS,

WITH THE AGGRAVATING CIRCUMSTANCE

OF SHOWING OFF PHONY CULTURE AND INTELLIGENCE.

COMPARE PLATO IN THE REPUBLIC, SIENESE AND VENETIAN EDITION.

I AM A HOPELESS DESPERATE.

Hey, who's this?

I'd love to see you.

MILAN

I have to come outside to smoke a joint, or the warden complains.

- Even at night? - Yes, the son of a bitch is always here.

He never sleeps. He's nice, but he busts your balls over a joint.

I'm so glad you came.

- My cousin from Palermo! - You know I'm up for anything, right?

Like in Barcelona, they were all wimps.

And we painted the town red.

- When we went out whoring? - Yeah, and the cleanest had scabies!

- How are things in Siena? - Siena's beautiful.

I go out sometimes, go to discos outside Siena.

Some pussy... then I study...

- No, I don't smoke. - It's from Barcelona.

You've given it up? Too much crap hashish from Ballarò?

I only drink alcohol now.

Anyway, Lele... Bocconi Uni is great, but...

I'm fucking sick of studying Law.

I've realised it's not my scene.

I'm more interested in... the humanities.

In art, you know.

- Do you still want to be a writer? - Yes, more or less.

Have you read Pasolini's Corsair Writings?

No.

- It's super interesting. - I'm not that keen on Pasolini.

- I reckon he writes badly. - Badly?

He writes bad Italian, that is...

- You can't understand him. - I understand him.

And he accuses everyone of being a moralist, as an insult.

Whereas I think that's a good thing.

The 20th Century should have a nice X written across it.

Literature and art were destroyed,

language study was completely abandoned.

The rhythm and formation of sentences, a corrupted language.

But language changes over time.

It changes by becoming corrupt.

The Italian language is full of French and English expressions.

Like in Latin, after Virgil, Tacitus and Cicero...

we got the corrupt Baroque of Seneca, Lucan, Statius.

You have erudite tastes? I bet you like Mozart and Beethoven?

No, actually... Paisiello and Cimarosa.

- Ever heard trap music? - Yes.

A friend played me some, I can't make out a fucking word.

There's this place in Siena where kids of 14 and 15 hang out.

They're completely different from us at that age.

In the way they dress, the music they listen to...

their way of thinking.

I thought things would remain more or less the same.

I never imagined the possibility of a Generational Change.

Yes, but it's gross, I have a 14-year-old cousin who's really...

he's half-stupid and his friends are the same.

They're all fucked up, all they think about

is money, cars, clothes.

They really have... something wrong with their brain.

Yes, it's getting worse.

And when it does improve, it's like when I do drugs,

I feel better at first, then I am shittier than before.

Come on, let's go.

Ready for The Leopard?

Damn, you're guzzling it down! How much have you drunk?

All in one go?

All in one go, don't stop!

This song is cocaine!

May I, mister?

- Are you okay? - Ignore that poor guy.

No way, he's not well.

I'm calling an ambulance.

Don't you worry, we'll get him home.

He needs to go to A&E, we'll take him there

and you can come to the hospital later if you want. Okay?

Bye.

Motherfuckers!

Fucking hell, now I'll have to go to the hospital and...

I wanted to go and sleep this off...

Fucking hell!

Shall we get a drink?

BUT IF I COULD SEE THE SOUL OF GUIDO, OR ALESSANDRO,

FOR BRANDA'S FOUNT I WOULD NOT GIVE THE SIGHT.

WORKS BY PIETRO METASTASIO

CATO AT UTICA

A MONTH LATER

TURIN

A YEAR LATER

Great film, though. It was awesome.

Photography was a bit like Storaro's, eh?

- Well... - It was cool.

I was fired up after five minutes.

I came out happy, you know.

Cool.

I'd had enough after a while.

Where's this dinner then?

- On Corso Galileo Ferraris. - Who invited you?

Dunno, some guy Grandma met somewhere.

She forced me to meet him.

What a fucking bore! This sucks.

- Bound to be a pain in the ass. - I know.

I'm going home, I have to catch an early train to Milan tomorrow.

You taking a taxi?

I don't know, I'm heading that way.

- It was great to see you. - Same here.

- Keep in touch. - Yeah.

Bye, cuz.

- Good evening. - Come in.

- I'll take that. - Thank you.

Thank you.

This way.

- Good evening. - Hello.

- You are? - Leonardo Gravina, Antonella's grandson.

You're early.

Sorry.

Leonardo, what are you studying?

Literature.

What kind of literature do you like?

Italian, pre 20th century.

For example?

14th-century Tuscan authors.

Pulci, Segneri, Leopardi...

Foscolo...

- I prefer Monti or Giordani. - When did Giordani live?

He's Leopardi's contemporary.

What if I mentioned Vittorini, Fenoglio or Gadda?

No...

Have you heard of them?

- By name. - Conservative tastes then...

Where did you get this inclination?

I like how they write, their style.

I wanted to write, and I feel I learn much more from them.

Back then the language was different

and they also taught me a lot... about morality.

So Gramsci or Pasolini are immoral, they write badly?

Pasolini...

I find Gramsci's language and style rather simple.

I read some of his Letters from Prison...

What about the psychoanalysts... Freud, Lacan...

Or Fachinelli, seeing you prefer the Italians.

No.

Listen, is there someone in your family who shares your taste in literature?

No, they make fun of me, in fact.

Even my grandmother, who's 87.

And she should like anything ancient.

Leonardo, how old are you?

Nineteen... sorry, twenty last week.

Listen...

the young ISIS terrorists, suicide bombers,

are between 17 and 23 years old,

sons of immigrants to Europe who never fit in...

But if one of these had been born in Italy

and was a lover of literature,

I would imagine him to be just like you.

But maybe for some things fanaticism can lead us to excellence.

Be careful, be careful of fanaticism

which can lead to stupidity and fabrication.

Okay, we know well the reasons ISIS exists.

But who was it that compressed and crushed you

to this extent?

Where did you get this need for morality?

Maybe because if I'd had a more rigid morality,

the kind the authors I read teach us, I'd have been happier.

I'd have avoided doing certain things,

that turned out to be catastrophic.

I believe humans need restraint.

Be careful, be careful,

because your particular case does not count as a universal case.

Many people came to a sticky end for the opposite reason.

And why did you commit these destructive deeds?

Maybe you should ponder instead on the system

that incorporated you, that made you what you are

and made you do those catastrophic things you talk about.

Okay...

an excessive death instinct if we wish to psychoanalyse it.

In short, you're a poor wretch.

So my home makes you puke...

design, contemporary art...

20th century.

No, no, I like it, it's very beautiful.

You are very flattering.

Listen, do you like lentils?

Yes, very much so.

Good, I asked them to make a pumpkin and lentil soup.

Perfect, thank you.

If I'd known what you were like, I'd have requested a 19th-century recipe.