Polvere

Someone, except perhaps the Noble @[withor] who, if I'm not mistaken, hasn’t posted it yet, won’t understand the absolute advantages that my condition gives me.
In short, I have no debts—on the contrary, credits; my surgeon told me that I MUST absolutely continue drinking and smoking, but of course being very careful about troglodytes & polystyrene & blood sugar which, as everyone knows, are the worst enemies for us anarchoid Marxists.

Here is a rather partisan Ruggiero, it would seem.
But nothing is as it seems, apparently.