deeply,” I
said. “I
love you,
baby,” he
said. “You
puncture
me when I
become a
great
Italian
thinker.
But I know
many
things I
can’t say.
I know
more than
you.”
“Yes. You
do.” “But
you will
have a
better
time. Even
with
remorse
you will
have a
better
time.” “I
don’t
think so.”
“Oh, yes.
That is
true.
Already I
am only
happy when
I am
working.”
He looked
at the
floor
again.
“You’ll
get over
that.”
“No. I
only like
two other
