The roads that dive off the tangenziale into Naples
“Are you sure you know the way?”
“Yes.”
“Is it really better than my way?”
“Yes.” Louder, wounded, exasperated, emphatic.
“Okay – your directions have got to be clear.” Ominous …
The tyres rattle and echo off the tunnel walls. It’s six o’clock in the evening, a bright, dark night and all of Naples seems in a rush to get somewhere.
The Phraser 