As his prick goes into her, he discovers the world. He knows the source of numbers, the path of the stars. - James Salter

Either that," he said, "or it comes true later. I'll tell you another story. There was a father who gave his son a shotgun. It was very small. It was a luparetta. So the son went to school, and he met another boy with a wrist watch. It was a beautiful wrist watch, he fell in love with it. He wanted it, so he traded; he gave his luparetta to the boy and he got the watch." "Is this a true story?" "Who knows? When the son came home that afternoon, his father said, 'Where's your luparetta — Dov'è la luparetta?' And the son said, 'I traded it.' 'You traded it!' 'Yes,' he said, 'I traded it for this watch.' 'Fantástico,' the father said, 'meraviglioso, you traded it for a watch. Now when someone calls your sister a whore, what are you going to do, tell them the time?

We think of Rome as an empire in a way that we do not use for other nations. The others are pretenders. Rome stands alone. Throughout Europe, North Africa, and the Near East its wreckage still draws the traveler and speaks a message that is haunting: this was imperial, this was lasting, this is gone.

In youth it feels one's concerns are everyone's. Later on it is clear that they are not. Finally they again become the same. We are all poor in the end. The lines have been spoken. The stage is empty and bare.

Before that, however, is the performance.

The curtain rises.