Giardino dei Finzi-Contini, Il

Let the children play first,
then the champions.

- You can change in the Hutte.
- What's that?

The cabana.
Don’t you know German?

Very bad. Learn it at once!
Aren't you playing?
Later. I don't feel like it now.
Do you like him?
- Do you?
- Oh, he's not my type.

- Who is he?
- A great friend of Alberto.

Milan, college, love affairs.
He works in industry here.
- How are you?
- Fine. And you?

- Did you get your degree?
- In February. And you?

- Me too.
- In Venice?

- Yes, but will they let us graduate?
- I hope so.

Where have you been hiding?
I saw you
at the Venice Cultural Contests.

I knew it was you.
You haven't changed.

Why didn't you come over?
It would have been nice.

I don't know.
Somehow, I finally decided not to.
What's your thesis on?
English. Emily Dickinson.
The 1 9th-century American poet.
A fantastic woman.
An old maid like me.

Here we are!

Good dog!
but maybe a bit silly?

What do you care?

Oh, me...
I've always liked women
of Gladys' type.

Beautiful, stupid,
and sufficiently--

Do you like Ferrara?
It's not nearly as dead
as you told me it was.

It's lively.
Lots of interesting people.

Especially among the proletariat...
in the so-called working class.
But the middle class
I don't care for.

They're all of them
more or less Fascists.