And they both sat there, grown up, yet children at heart; and it was summer – warm, beautiful summer.

You read Salinger in Italian? Molto chic’
‘I was told a good way to learn a language was to read translations of books you know by heart’
‘That’s interesting.’
But Isabelle wasn’t at all interested. She had just discovered a new expression. She savoured it amorously. From now on everything that once has been "sublime" – a film, a Worth gown, a Coromandel screen – would be "molto chic". Like those devotees of the increase-your-word-power column in the Reader’s Digest who stake their conversational reputation on the number of times in a single day they find room for "plethora" and "infelicity" and "quintessential", dropping these words the way other people drop names, she hated to let any amusing phrase go once it had caught her fancy.


Love is not just a word, it is an action

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