Old Calabria by Norman Douglas
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regard the paternal government as a successfully organized swindle,
which it is the citizen's bounden duty to frustrate whenever possible. Have _you_ ever tried to convey--in legal fashion--a bottle of wine from one town into another; or to import, by means of a sailing-boat, an old frying-pan into some village by the sea? __It is a fine art, only to be learnt by years of apprenticeship. The regulations on these subjects, though ineffably childish, look simple enough on paper; they take no account of that "personal element" which is everything in the south, of the ruffled tempers of those gorgeous but inert creatures who, disturbed in their siestas or mandolin-strummings, may keep you waiting half a day while they fumble ominously over some dirty-looking scrap of paper. For on such occasions they are liable to provoking fits of conscientiousness. This is all very well, my dear sir, but--Ha! Where, where is that certificate of origin, that stamp, that _lascia-passare?_ And all for one single sou! No wonder even Englishmen discover that law-breaking, in Italy, becomes a necessity, a rule of life. And, soon enough, much more than a mere necessity. . . . For even as the traveller new to Borneo, when they offer him a durian-fruit, is instantly brought to vomiting-point by its odour, but after a few mouthfuls declares it to be the very apple of Paradise, and marvels how he could have survived so long in the benighted lands where such ambrosial fare is not; even as the true connaisseur who, beholding some rare scarlet idol from the Tingo-Tango forests, at first casts it aside and then, light dawning as he ponders over those monstrous complexities, begins to realize that they, and they alone, contain the |
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