[Dear Daughter: It 's true. Rome, where I live, is wonderful. But I wish you'll decide to study where I was born. Because it is a true Capital, and because it is a carnal city, always surprising, and you will never get bored there.]
[A wrong beauty, uneven, lopsided. A longing for beauty. It tastes a bit like wastage. For this reason Naples is beautiful.]
"Beauty in Naples doesn't have the absoluteness of the Great One of Rome, it is not as flashy, it does not have that immensity. It is somehow a wrong beauty. Inhomogeneous. Lopsided. A longing for beauty, more than a beauty flowing from the grandeur of its patrimony. It tastes a bit like wastage. And a wasted beauty (the one that through the right treatment could still shine) is just beautiful. Try; you look at a good thing wasted, and then you tell me if you do not immediately feel something inside. Let's put it this way: Rome is right. Naples is not. Yet, it is beautiful like no other city. Indeed, that being always a bit on the wrong side is the very secret of its charm."