Word: sicilianism
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...breezy English that made the dons wince ("Calypso trembled with rage when she heard this. 'You gods,' she exclaimed, 'ought to be ashamed of yourselves' "), then added insult to injury by claiming that the "Homer" of the Odyssey was the pseudonym of an unknown Sicilian woman...
...about $6) he bought a .38 pistol and five cartridges. Then he took a train to Rome, and there rented a room in a cheap boardinghouse. He went to the Monte Citorio Palace, where Italy's Parliament meets, and asked for a visitor's card from a Sicilian delegate, Francisco Turnaturi. (Later Turnaturi denied that he knew Pallante. "When he insisted he came from Randazzo, a place where I had many votes, I did what we all might have done; I gave him a card," explained the deputy...
...Worst Possible Thing." One morning last week, while a hot sun beat down on Rome for the first time in weeks, Pallante sat in the visitors' gallery and watched Palmiro Togliatti. After a while the Sicilian went outside and lurked in the narrow, cobblestoned Via della Missione. Shortly before noon, he saw his prey coming out- Togliatti and Leonilda Iotti, full-bosomed, warm-eyed secretary to the Red parliamentary bloc. Togliatti & friend were bound for a gelateria and a cooling dish of ice cream. They paid no heed to the young man in the ill-fitting blue suit...
...Parliament Red deputies, screaming invective, blamed the government for complicity in the attack on Togliatti. But Premier de Gasperi and his tough little Interior Minister, Mario Scelba, stood their ground. Said Scelba (who, like Assassin Pallante, is a Sicilian): "It becomes the state's duty to use the whole of its force, which is considerable and can be crushing, to guarantee the liberty of all citizens...
...last man to worry about such delays was probably Salvatore Cinquemani, a lean, leathery, 65-year-old Sicilian with a point of view of his own. By next month Salvatore would be the only private tenant left on U.N.'s rubble-covered property. His establishment was tucked in a corner of the site, overlooking the East River: two cinder-packed bocce courts (bocce is the Italian form of outdoor bowling), surrounded by knee-high board fences. Salvatore's customers were mostly shirt-sleeved, elderly men. When they were not playing they sat on orange crates and empty nail...