Manca

Un anno è passato.
E' passato un anno.
Ed una manca.

How to Marry a Millionaire

° Santa brought Leggero a pair of glasses for Christmas, the same prescription Marilyn Monroe wore in How to Marry a Millionaire.
° Do they work?
° Well, they've sharpened my vision.--Giac to Maurizio

Wifey Dearest

° If Socrates was so allfired smart, why couldn't he get along with the irascible Xantippe?
° Or rather, why would he try?--Giac to Maurizio

Pan de los Muertos

° Qui mi siedo per dire niente a nessuno. S'intende.
° Stamattina, mentre Quezelcoatl e Sorella Luna condividevano il regno del cielo orientale, mi sono alzato, ho fatto il caffè, ho ascoltato la Suor Angelica, ho offerto un piccolino pan de los muertos alla tomba della mia bimba Asia, ho detto la Messa omnium defunctorum.
° E poi--qui mi siede.
° E' apparsa la morta durante la Semain? Sì. L'ho sognata due volte, l'ho vista viva nella loggia.
° E' miracolo?
° E' cosa tutta normale?--Giac a Maurizio

Popping the Question

° No sooner had little Akbar shown me the fotos of his brother's wedding, and of himself dancing, stripped to the waist, through the fountain jets of the plaza later that evening, than I popped the question.
° Well, it wasn't that question.
° Said I to little Akbar: "To whom did the oil belong, in Goin' to Town (Paramount, 1935)? To Buck, the cattle rustler who'd parlayed other folks' critters into a gigantic Wild West ranch? To Mae, the danseuse who'd won his spread fair and square, by losing at craps? To British Petroleum, whose employee had discovered and drilled the oilfields? To Taho the manservant, whose ancestors had owned the land for millennia, till it was stolen from them by the application of Chinese gunpowder and European steel? To all Americans in common? To all humans in common? To all generations of all humans in trust? To the timber rattlers and scorpions too?
° He was too wise to answer such a mug's question, and reran the flicklet.--Giac to Maurizio