{"id":10199,"date":"2010-05-23T09:00:20","date_gmt":"2010-05-23T07:00:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/?p=10199"},"modified":"2010-05-22T15:09:29","modified_gmt":"2010-05-22T13:09:29","slug":"wednesday-23-may-1860","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/2010\/05\/23\/wednesday-23-may-1860\/","title":{"rendered":"Wednesday, 23 May 1860"},"content":{"rendered":"

Very lovely morning. Inn dear & bad. Off in a ramshackle with G.<\/a> at 5.45. Rapallo pretty from the west. Very lovely essence of cultivation all the way, & long coast lines to Levanto. \u2015 St. Lorenzo della Costa, & then La Ruta \u2015: chesnuts & great hills. Tunnel, & a lovely view of Genoa, & thence always \u2015 in & out, up & down, by Recco, Soli,1<\/a><\/sup> (where the hill had nearly crushed the town 3 months ago \u2015) & Boliastro,2<\/a><\/sup> \u2015 (?) & Nervi, (where we nearly crushed a child,) & Quinto,3<\/a><\/sup> & Quarto4<\/a><\/sup> \u2015 (where I [minded me] of Isabella Spinola \u2015) & so by San Martino \u2015 & the Hotel Feder at 10. \u2015 The views of Portofino from this side are beautiful, but one must stay at La Ruta Hotel to do any good. \u2015 Breakfast. \u2015 & arranging boxes till 1 or 2 &c. &c. \u2015<\/p>\n

At 3 inquired about place for G. to Malta. At 5, dined at Table d\u2019h\u00f4te & sate next M.me \u201cBuonaparte \/ Wise<\/a>.\u201d\u00a0 I recognized her by the likeness to D. Giuseppe<\/a> \u2015 & Giulia B.<\/a> \u2015 never having seen her before. \u03b5\u03b9\u03bd\u03b1\u03b9 \u03b2\u03b5\u03c6\u03b1\u03b9\u03c9\u03c2 \u03b3\u03c5\u03bd\u03b7 \u03c4\u03c1\u03bf\u03bc\u03b5\u03c1\u03b1.5<\/a><\/sup> A kind of Pole or Italian Frenchman sate opposite & talked incessantly to her: \u2015 when she spoke of the \u201cCampells\u201d & others I could not resist chiming in, (to her intense surprise,) as I knew the name of all from the days of [Merignano]. She said all that estate is sold to Torlonia, but when I asked her if D. Giuseppe still was called Prince of Corsica her contempt was extreme, \u201cComment donc? quand il est Prince de la famille Imperiale?\u201d ([\u03b5\u03b9\u03c7\u03b1 \u03bc\u03b5 \u03b1\u03c3\u03c4\u03b7\u03bd \u03b5\u03bd\u03b1\u03c2 \u03bd\u03b5\u03bf\u03c2 \u03c4\u03b7\u03c2 \u03b7\u03bb\u03b9\u03ba\u03b9\u03b1\u03c2 \u03b9\u03c3\u03c9\u03c2 \u03b4\u03b5\u03ba\u03b1 \u03b5\u03be \u03ba\u03b1\u03b9 \u03b5\u03c6 \u03b1\u03b9\u03bd\u03b7 \u03b4\u03b7 \u03bf\u03c5 \u03c5 \u03b5\u03bf\u03c2 \u03b4\u03b7\u03c2]. \u2015) A bouncing & tremenjus fat little female is this Lady, but bears marks of great beauty \u2015 tho\u2019 the expression is not exactly likeable.<\/p>\n

\"1860-05-23\"<\/p>\n

After dinner walked out with G.K. \u2015 & returned to bed at 9.30.<\/p>\n

[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3.]<\/span><\/p>\n

  1. Sori. [↩<\/a>]<\/li>
  2. Probably Bogliasco. [↩<\/a>]<\/li>
  3. Quinto al Mare. [↩<\/a>]<\/li>
  4. Now Quarto dei Mille. [↩<\/a>]<\/li>
  5. [] woman is terrible (GT). [↩<\/a>]<\/li><\/ol>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    Very lovely morning. Inn dear & bad. Off in a ramshackle with G. at 5.45. Rapallo pretty from the west. Very lovely essence of cultivation all the way, & long coast lines to Levanto. \u2015 St. Lorenzo della Costa, & then La Ruta \u2015: chesnuts & great hills. Tunnel, & a lovely view of Genoa, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[22,3],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10199"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10199"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10199\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10201,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10199\/revisions\/10201"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10199"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10199"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.nonsenselit.org\/diaries\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10199"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}