“We spoke of those magic summer nights, looking out over the gulf of Castellammare, when the stars are mirrored in the sleeping sea, and how, lying on your back among the mastic trees, your spirit is lost in the whirling… — Giuseppe di Lampedusa Copy Share Image
“Tancredi and Angelica were passing in front of them at that moment, his gloved right hand on her waist, their outspread arms interlaced, their… — Giuseppe di Lampedusa Copy Share Image
“We spoke of those magic summer nights, looking out over the gulf of Castellammare, when the stars are mirrored in the sleeping sea, and… — Giuseppe di Lampedusa Copy Share Image
“The carriage was crammed: waves of silk, ribs of three crinolines, billowed, clashed, entwined almost to the height of their heads; beneath was a… — Giuseppe Di Lampedusa Copy Share Image
