Ernest Hemingway

“ The young gentleman went back into the hotel and spoke to his wife. He and Peduzzi started down the road. The young gentleman had a musette over his shoulder. Peduzzi saw the wife, who looked as young as the young gentleman, and was wearing mountain boots and a blue beret, start out to follow them down the road, carrying the fishing rods, unjointed, one in each hand. Peduzzi didn't like her to be way back there. "Signorina," he called, winking at the young gentleman, "come up here and walk with us. Signora come up here. Let us all walk together." ”

“ He gestured with the bottle. It was a wonderful day. "Marsala, you like marsala, Signorina? A little marsala?"
The wife stood sullenly. "You'll have to play up to this," she said. "I can't understand a word he says. He's drunk, isn't he?"
The young gentleman appeared not to hear Peduzzi. He was thinking, what in hell makes him say marsala? That's what Max Beerbohm drinks.
"Geld," Peduzzi said finally, taking hold of the young gentleman's sleeve. "Lire." He smiled, reluctant to press the subject but needing to bring the young gentleman into action. ”

“ He took off the rubber bands that held the rod segments together and commenced to joint up one of the rods.
"But you said it was half an hour further."
"Oh, yes. It is good half an hour down. It is good here, too." ”