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• Naples, Italy, summer of 1924. Happy, just arrived from Brazil, Count Francesco Matarazzo enters his favourite tailor shop. He checks measures, examines dozens of cuts of english fabric, he picks one. The old tailor finds that unusual:
  • -"Just one suit, Mr. Matarazzo?! Your son ordered half a dozen in the morning."
  • -"His father is rich, mine isn't."

• "I make note that I have never had, nor have wished to have, what is called a boss"

• "I was never bound to what was already done, was already experimented"