O garment not golden but gilded,
O garden where all men may dwell,
O tower not of ivory, but builded
By hands that reach heaven from hell;
O mystical rose of the mire,
O house not of gold but of gain,
O house of unquenchable fire,
Our Lady of Pain!
- From Algernon Charles Swinburne’s Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs) (x)
On Wednesday night I’m getting the sleeper train from Rome to Messina, then going to Taormina, Catania and Palermo. Any recommendations for things to see and places to eat?
You know Life is Beautiful? I just met the little boy, all grown up. He’s my conversation partner’s best friend/flatmate, and I went to see them in a production of The Aeneid (all in Italian, obviously, which was a bit of a challenge…)