The trouble with European cities is that they are drenched in their history, almost all of which is terrible.
I don't know how people act. I've never understood that.
Europeans have quarrelled since the beginning of time.
Whenever we confront an unbridled desire we are surely in the presence of a tragedy-in-the-making.
I am a stereotype. I am an effeminate man.
Of course I lie to people. But I lie altruistically - for our mutual good. The lie is the basic building block of good manners. That may seem mildly shocking to a moralist - but then what isn't?