from Pensaci, Giacomino by Luigi Pirandello (1917, ed. Edoardo A. Lèbano 1971)
I found this at Myopic in Chicago. It’s a play—an edition in Italian, with great notes in English—about an old school teacher who wants to marry the custodian’s pregnant daughter so she’ll get his government pension for fifty years after he dies. It sounds creepy but the marriage is chaste (her boyfriend sleeps over) and he’s actually a good guy. There’s this whole Italian tradition of using formalities to fuck with the government.
Later on I sat on a couch in a coffee shop with this girl E. and we read the first act out loud in Italian, checking the notes every paragraph or two when we didn’t know a word or phrase. It’s such a fun language to say out loud. And all you have to do is your best silly Italian accent and pronounce all the letters and it comes out basically like you’d hear on the streets of Florence.