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I don't know how to say this. Sometimes life just leaves you bewildered at the injustice of brute chance, and tempted to curse, were it not that you know how useless it would be ( Read more... )

One result of the death of my best friend Franco is that I lose his share in Rome. Ever since I was eighteen, going to Rome or staying in Rome (when I was in Britain, or in the Army) meant going to be with him, talk with him, watch him draw. And I now realize that this was the most lively, the most alive part of my experience of Rome (I am not a ( Read more... )

A dear, warm-hearted, hard-working, kind, upright, wonderful friend of my mother's and mine is passing away as I write. Her name is Elena Capolino, and she is the kind of person who left things better than she found them. Pray for her soul. please.