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Che sarà, sarà.
What will be, will be.
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An ancient and unimaginative
Italian proverb.
:04:14
It has been the motto of my house
for more than 450 years.
:04:20
And it is only fitting perhaps that, as the
House of Torlato-Favrini comes to its end,
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our motto will never be more to the point.
:04:28
What will be, will be.
:04:34
An easy generality. A universal cure.
:04:38
I am what I am, do what I do,
and cannot help myself.
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Therefore, I am free of my guilt.
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Nonsense, of course.
:04:48
Yet, I can suggest no other answer,
if there must be an answer,
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to how and why it began
between Maria and me.
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I was driving, as I had for
countless times before that time.
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I was driving somewhere, anywhere,
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just to be away from the restlessness
of nights after nights without sleep
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and the empty dawns that followed them.
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But why, of all the somewheres
and anywheres in the world,
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should I, that time, have crossed
the border from Italy to France?
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Of all directions, why
should I have chosen one
:05:35
leading to that parade ground of vulgarity
which lies between Nice and Cannes?
:05:42
Che sarà, sarà.