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"
No
.
"
"
But
surely
there
are
some
people
in
Rome
thinking
about
other
things
than
sex
?
"
Giulio
insisted
:
"
No
.
All
of
them
,
all
day
,
all
they
are
thinking
about
is
SEX
.
"
"
Even
over
at
the
Vatican
?
"
"
That
’
s
different
.
The
Vatican
isn
’
t
part
of
Rome
.
They
have
a
different
word
over
there
.
Their
word
is
POWER
.
"
"
You
’
d
think
it
would
be
FAITH
.
"
"
It
’
s
POWER
,
"
he
repeated
.
"
Trust
me
.
But
the
word
in
Rome
-
it
’
s
SEX
.
"
Now
if
you
are
to
believe
Giulio
,
that
little
word
-
SEX
-
cobbles
the
streets
beneath
your
feet
in
Rome
,
runs
through
the
fountains
here
,
fills
the
air
like
traffic
noise
.
Thinking
about
it
,
dressing
for
it
,
seeking
it
,
considering
it
,
refusing
it
,
making
a
sport
and
game
out
of
it
-
that
’
s
all
anybody
is
doing
.
Which
would
make
a
bit
of
sense
as
to
why
,
for
all
its
gorgeousness
,
Rome
doesn
’
t
quite
feel
like
my
hometown
.
Not
at
this
moment
in
my
life
.
Because
SEX
isn
’
t
my
word
right
now
.
It
has
been
at
other
times
of
my
life
,
but
it
isn
’
t
right
now
.
Therefore
,
Rome
’
s
word
,
as
it
spins
through
the
streets
,
just
bumps
up
against
me
and
tumbles
off
,
leaving
no
impact
.
I
’
m
not
participating
in
the
word
,
so
I
’
m
not
fully
living
here
.
It
’
s
a
kooky
theory
,
impossible
to
prove
,
but
I
sort
of
like
it
.
Giulio
asked
,
"
What
’
s
the
word
in
New
York
City
?
"
