“One could sometimes see the laughter building up inside her, accumulating in the depths of her body like glowing plasma—see it throbbing and swelling, that throaty, ultra-Bavarian laugh which always erupted from her without restraint, for when she laughed she seemed to burst like an overripe fruit. Her laugh billowed along the Via Baronessa, setting shutters and hearts atremble. Laughter came purling out of my Auntie Poldi like iridescent bubbles, and one could bathe in its unalloyed gaiety. My Auntie Poldi’s laugh was a gift from ancient gods: extravagant, prodigious and altogether excessive. And, as is the way with divine gifts, anyone who spurns or ignores them is not to be trusted and beyond help.” (Mario Giordano, Auntie Poldi And The Handsome Antonio)
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