...what a thing it is to lie there all day in the fine breeze, with the pine needles dropping on one, only to return to the hotel ...at night so hungry that the dinner, however homely, is a fete, and the menu finer reading than the best poetry in the world! Yet we are to leave all this for the glare and blaze of Nice and Monte Carlo; which is proof enough that one cannot become really acclimated to happiness.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I am sure I do not know why the beauty of Monte Carlo should not satisfy more than it does. The bluest of all seas is nowhere blue...r than when you see it between the marble balustrades of the long white terrace before the casino, palms are nowhere greener than in that high garden which the mountain screen from every unkind breath, no colours could be more rich and various than those of the red and purple Alps that tower up behind the town, on whose summit such violent thunderstorms gather and break. But for me, at least, there was not at all the pleasure I had anticipated in this dazzling white and blue, these feathery palms and ragged Alps. ...I had a continual restless feeling that there was nothing at all real about Monte Carlo; that the sea was too blue to be wet, the casino too white to be anything but pasteboard, and that from their very greenness the palms must be cotton. ... in atmosphere and spirit the entire kingdom of Monaco is an extension of the casino.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If there is anything so romantic as that castle-palace-fortress of Monaco I have not seen it. If there is anything more delicious ...than the lovely terraces and villas of Monte Carlo I do not wish to see them. There is nothing beyond the semi-tropical vegetation, the projecting promontories into the Mediterranean, the all-embracing sweep of the ocean, the olive groves, and the enchanting climate! One gets tired of the word beautiful.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Las Vegas has become, just as Bugsy Siegel dreamed, the American Monte Carlo--without any of the inevitable upper-class baggage of... the Riviera casinos. At Monte Carlo there is still the plush mustiness of the nineteenth century noble lions.... There are still Wrong Forks, Deficient Accents, Poor Tailoring, Gauche Displays, Nouveau Richness, Cultural Aridity--concepts unknown in Las Vegas. For the grand debut of Monte Carlo as a resort in 1879 the architect Charles Garnier designed an opera house for the Place du Casino; and Sarah Bernhardt read a symbolic poem. For the debut of Las Vegas as a resort in 1946 Bugsy Siegel hired Abbot and Costello, and there, in a way, you have it all.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Steve, all those things that happened to us, everything that went before, we'll forget it. You'll see. I'll make you forget it. Af...ter it's done, after it's all over and we're safe, it'll be just you and me. You and me. The way it should've been all along from the start.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Christ never came this far, nor did time, nor the individual soul, nor hope, nor the relation of cause to effect, nor reason nor h...istory.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »