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"
They
threw
the
benches
at
him
,
"
Ettore
said
.
"
I
was
there
.
I
threw
six
benches
myself
.
"
"
You
’
re
just
a
wop
from
Frisco
.
"
"
He
can
’
t
pronounce
Italian
,
"
Ettore
said
.
"
Everywhere
he
goes
they
throw
the
benches
at
him
.
"
"
Piacenza
’
s
the
toughest
house
to
sing
in
the
north
of
Italy
,
"
the
other
tenor
said
.
"
Believe
me
that
’
s
a
tough
little
house
to
sing
.
"
This
tenor
’
s
name
was
Edgar
Saunders
,
and
he
sang
under
the
name
of
Edouardo
Giovanni
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
be
there
to
see
them
throw
the
benches
at
you
.
"
Ettore
said
.
"
You
can
’
t
sing
Italian
.
"
"
He
’
s
a
nut
,
"
said
Edgar
Saunders
.
"
All
he
knows
how
to
say
is
throw
benches
.
"
"
That
’
s
all
they
know
how
to
do
when
you
two
sing
,
"
Ettore
said
.
"
Then
when
you
go
to
America
you
’
ll
tell
about
your
triumphs
at
the
Scala
.
They
wouldn
’
t
let
you
get
by
the
first
note
at
the
Scala
.
"
"
I
’
ll
sing
at
the
Scala
,
"
Simmons
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
sing
Tosca
in
October
.
"
"
We
’
ll
go
,
won
’
t
we
,
Mac
?
"
Ettore
said
to
the
vice
-
consul
.
"
They
’
ll
need
somebody
to
protect
them
.
"
