Word: neapolitan
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...Cover) Her feet are too big. Her nose is too long. Her teeth are uneven. She has the neck, as one of her rivals has put it, of "a Neapolitan giraffe." Her waist seems to begin in the middle of her thighs, and she has big, half-bushel hips. She runs like a fullback. Her hands are huge...
...canons of beauty. A daughter of the Bay of Naples, she has within her the blood of the Saracens, Spaniards, Normans, Byzantines and Greeks. The East appears in her slanting eyes. Her dark brown hair is a bazaar of rare silk. Her legs talk. In her impish, ribald Neapolitan laughter, she epitomizes the Capriccio Italien that Tchaikovsky must have had in mind. Lord Byron, in her honor, probably sits up in his grave about once a week and rededicates his homage to "Italia! oh, Italia! thou who hast the fatal gift of beauty." Vogue Magazine once fell to its skinny...
Taking voice lessons, she shed her Neapolitan dialect for a clearer Italian. She posed for more pictures-semi-covered with a bath towel, twirling an eel like a two-foot hot dog, being lassoed by Indians, having her brassière adjusted by a male volunteer, going to Mass, holding her skirt so high that the Italian police confiscated the entire edition of the magazine that ran the picture on its cover...
...Rain. Suddenly Sophia Loren was a star. Mouthing Verdi while Renata Tebaldi's voice was fed into the sound track, she became a voluptuous, musky Aïda. And in Gold of Naples, the picture that spread her reputation across continents and seas, she played a Neapolitan pizza vendor's wife whose wonderful, self-congratulating look seemed to say: "Look at me. I'm all woman, and it will be a long time before you see such a woman again." She took a long, unforgettable walk in the rain through the streets of the city, drinking...
Even more indignant were European shopkeepers, who have already begun to feel the effect of new customs regulations. Said a Neapolitan merchant: "We never thought Kennedy would pass such an anti-democratic law." Cried another: "This damned law is ruining my business. We show them fine jewelry, and they say: 'It's wonderful, but we can't spend more than $100.'" In Paris, a salesgirl in a Rue Royale glove shop said: "Oh, les pauvres Américains I Eef zis 'appen to us, we would do avrysing een our power to disobey, even smuggling...