Uccellacci e uccellacci che mangiano cadaveri

The noise would diminish, he would fall asleep, and then there would be more screaming boys, more clanging shutters.  It was a highly traditional uproar perhaps, but Venice seemed to have an unhappy aptitude for combining only the worst of past society with the society of today.  What might once have been falcons, had become hawks, and were now carrion crows.

(R. Aickman, “Never Visit Venice”)

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