[...]tutta quanta la stanza era in ogni suo punto ugualmente piena di tazzine sporche, di scarpe e di posacenere pieni che si scambiavano ormai i ruoli l'uno con l'altro.

But I can see him studying his newspaper, breaking off regularly to look up at the passers-by on the pavement outside. From the way he does this, I had thought at first that he was waiting for a companion, but it would seem he wishes merely to greet acquaintances as they pass by.

I&#39;ll squeeze the cider out of your adam&#39;s apple.

The value of an idea has nothing to do with the honesty of the man expressing it.

Written By Oscar Wilde

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