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"
That
’
s
what
I
’
m
telling
you
.
When
I
’
m
most
honest
,
nobody
believes
me
.
I
tell
you
,
Alfio
,
to
conceal
your
motives
,
tell
the
truth
.
"
"
What
kind
of
talk
you
do
?
"
"
Ars
est
celare
artem
.
"
He
moved
his
lips
over
that
and
then
broke
into
a
laugh
.
"
Ho
,
"
he
cried
.
"
Ho
!
Ho
!
Hic
erat
demonstrandum
.
"
"
Want
a
cold
Coke
?
"
"
No
good
for
here
!
"
He
flung
his
arms
across
his
abdomen
.
"
You
aren
’
t
old
enough
for
a
bad
stomach
,
not
over
fifty
.
"
"
Fifty
-
two
,
and
I
got
a
bad
stomach
.
"
"
Okay
,
"
I
said
.
"
Then
you
came
over
at
twelve
if
it
was
1920
.
I
guess
they
start
Latin
early
in
Sicily
.
"
"
I
was
choirboy
,
"
he
said
.
