“…throughout this hotel there were many chambers wherein rich ruins, fugitives from justice, claimants to the thrones of mediatized principalities, lived on the derivatives of opium or barbital listening eternally as to the inescapable radio, the coarse melodies of old sins. This corner of Europe does not so much draw people as accept them without inconvenient questions. Routes cross here-people bound for private sanitariums or tuberculosis resorts in the mountains, people who are no longer persona grata in France or Italy.”
F. Scott Fitzgerald. “Tender is the Night”, 1933.
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