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10 months, 1 week ago

unless you went to Madagascar

Signor Sbrancagna asked him whether they ought to take Concettina away to have her baby in some quiet country place, which the war could never reach. Ippolito shrugged his shoulders slightly, he looked at the window and the mountains, they all looked at the mountains and thought of what was going o…

—p.155 All Our Yesterdays All Our Yesterdays (1) by Natalia Ginzburg
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they could not possibly be on the side of Karl Marx

[...] At first they had read Montale but then Danilo had asked him whether he knew about Karl Marx’s Das Kapital, yes, he knew about it, but he had told Danilo clearly that he didn’t want to hear any mention of things like that. Later on he would have to be a director of the soap factory, and Emanu…

—p.134 All Our Yesterdays (1) by Natalia Ginzburg
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Anna still thought about the revolution

Anna told Giuma nothing of what she had heard. She was careful to say nothing to him that might displease or provoke him. She pretended to believe all he said to her, she pretended to believe it was because of the smell that he had given up going to see Danilo. She pretended to believe that he did …

—p.138 All Our Yesterdays (1) by Natalia Ginzburg
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Fascism would gradually fizzle out by itself

In the end Anna told him about the time when they burned the newspapers, herself and Concettina and Ippolito and Emanuele. Giuma did not show much surprise, he said he had suspected for some time that Emanuele was getting mixed up in politics, he was really an idiot. He didn’t like Fascism himself,…

—p.128 All Our Yesterdays (1) by Natalia Ginzburg
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she stayed shut up in her room mending her stockings

They used to go to the cemetery sometimes on Sundays, Anna, Giustino and Signora Maria. Concettina did not go, she never set foot outside the house on a Sunday ; it was a day she detested and she stayed shut up in her room mending her stockings, wearing her ugliest clothes. [...]

—p.5 All Our Yesterdays (1) by Natalia Ginzburg