"The unforgettable and eternal Naples, which sometimes takes on a mortal appearance and goes into ruin only to further enhance its survival, the imperishable enchantment, the inexhaustible voluptuousness that melts the heart with a melancholy and ardent pleasure , with a supreme "something" which is not the blue gulf, nor its transparent caves, nor its Don Juan-like volcano, nor its Pompeii, which laughs and lives in perpetual idyll in its ruins, but something so particular and so its own , which brings to life in the hidden trattoria the having and the sky, the angelic and the human, what has been and what will then be, and even more, the most poignant not wanting to die that I have ever known."