The 1928 English conversation handbook shows that Italy was then, as it is now still a bit, seen as a land of aesthetic indulgence. So there's an incredibly long section on what to say at the barbers. My rather ibafy. I can't even twist up my moustacheo. They have cut off his arm. Give me a bottle of red wine. A white wine. Give me some britches. Some camembert. Some crier. And that comes after an even lengthier section on food. It goes on for about 20 pages and it's full of long lists of all of the many things that you might want to order in an Italian