In my experience that is the least-Slavic sounding Slavic language, and because of language purism over the history of its standardization there are few words which a non-Slavic-speaking foreigner can spontaneouskly recognize. Indeed Romanian sounds more “Slavic” to my ear than Czech does, and...
Basking in the sun, eating leftover jambon et beurre sandwiches from the day before, journaling, and observing our fellow Parisians act out the joie de vivre (we were living in an apartment in Paris so we naturally considered ourselves Parisians for six days). Sounds pretty perfect because i...
The intelligent among our lazzaroni of Naples, who beg from tourists, imitate this, with the purpose of reminding the generous traveller of his home, in such a way to soften his heart. But there is some difference: the Italian, the Frenchman, or German who learns English sometimes ...
Basking in the sun, eating leftover jambon et beurre sandwiches from the day before, journaling, and observing our fellow Parisians act out the joie de vivre (we were living in an apartment in Paris so we naturally considered ourselves Parisians for six days). Sounds pretty perfect because i...
The Encore mid-bass drivers give it a bit more speed and punch in the mid-bass. The main difference between the Moab and the Ulfberht is in the mid-bass. The Ulfberht has a lightning-fast mid-bass punch that can only be had through its four lightweight Italian mid-bass drivers. We ...
"... Think you've got the best name I've heard," she was saying, still apparently to herself; her glance rested on him a moment and then flitted past him--to the Italian bracket-lamps clinging like luminous yellow turtles at intervals along the walls, to the books row upon row, then...
They had dated a dozen times, shared a liking for Italian foods, for the revival of Big Bands from the forties when neither of them had been born; he was halfway engaged to a former classmate of Leslie鈥檚, finishing up a Master鈥檚 degree in Chicago, and while Margot was away, Nick...
Love all of my faults and be a silent sounding board for all of my ideas? Who will eat the food that I burn or shuffle in to watch me pee? Who will listen to my outlandish ideas and alternate eyebrow quirks to tell me how interesting I am without interrupting? Who will follow me ...