Chances are you are looking for improving your English language comprehension through reading books.
Feel like upping your game and start catching the slightest subtleties of English?
Look no further.
However, there is a catch.
Who is this article intended for?
For English language learners, as they, all too often, tend to skip a lot of subtleties while reading books / reading stories / reading comics / watching movies /watching game movies, thus slowing down and negating their language progress. I
The catch has to do with the “THE HARD WAY” of learning English, right?
I can’t promise improving your English through this article will be easy, but I promise it will be worth it, provided you work through ALL THE SENTENCES down below. And by the way, to make it even more challenging for you, no answers are given and you are to find them on your own. There’s a reason this article is called “Learn English the Hard Way”, don’t you think?
Still no clue what I’m supposed to do…
If you’re still not really sure what’s going on here, I highly recommend you read the description of “Learn English the Hard Way” challenge.
Для чего эта статья и что нужно здесь делать?
По своему опыту могу сказать, что когда в освоении английского приходишь на всё готовенькое, то интеллектуально расслабляешься и не особо вникаешь в детали и тонкости языка.
А вот когда, мы “пропускаем язык через себя”…
- внимательное чтение книг, просмотр фильмов, т.д… не знаем, что то или то означает, почему так написано, вообще не догоняем, что происходит, значит отмечаем находку
- анализ “любопытных” предложений, конструкций, выражений (грамматика и прагматика наши лучшие друзья)
- прогонка проработанного материала через правое полушарие
- задействование “освоенных” предложений, конструкций, выражений на письме, в устной речи (идеально, с носителями языка)
…то результаты будут совершенно иными, нежели чем “со всем готовеньким”.
А именно, выработка силы воли, языковой интуиции, внимательности, любопытства и реальное улучшение навыка английского языка.
Ниже представлены предложения, которые заинтриговали меня при прочтении книги / прочтении рассказа / прочтении комикса / просмотре фильма / просмотре игрофильма. То есть, я сделал первый пункт из четырех выше и поделился результатами с Вами. За Вами остаются остальные три.
If you feel like up to the challenge, then below is my list of 773 cherry-picked sentences with curious grammar and vocabulary findings from the book “The Godfather”.
who, despite leading unconventional lifestyles within a notorious crime family, experience the triumphs and failures of the human condition
Filled with the requisite valor, love, and rancor of a great epic, The Godfather is the definitive gangster novel
“He understands it can’t be public but he wants to congratulate you in person.” For the first time the Don seemed displeased. The answer was devious.
“Is it necessary?” he asked
She asked a little incredulously, “You’re not hinting that a man like that works for your father?” The hell with it, he thought. He said, straight out…
Then they heard Tom Hagen’s voice, very low, “Sonny, you in there?” Sonny sighed with relief. He winked at Lucy.
“Yeah, Tom, what is it?”
“Godfather, what the hell can I do?” Don Corleone’s face had become cold without a hint of sympathy.
He said contemptuously, “You can start by acting like a man.”
“He has big connections. And he hates me. I just don’t know how you can swing it.” The Don spoke with affectionate amusement.
“I say to you: you shall have it.”
The Don was surprised, yet pleased. “You know who I am?” he asked. Hagen nodded. He hadn’t really known the extent of the Don’s power, not then.
he could never hope to succeed the Don as the head of the family business. But he was content. That had never been his goal, such an ambition would have been a “disrespect” to his benefactor and his benefactor’s blood family.
“You trying to put muscle on me?” Hagen said coolly,
“Absolutely not. I’ve come to ask a service for a friend.”
“Mr. Woltz suggested you bring an overnight bag and he’ll get you to the airport in the morning.”
“I’ll do that,” Hagen said
“But since you’re here, what will it cost me to have that labor trouble cleared up? In cash. Right now.” That solved one puzzle for Hagen.
The two young men, glossy hair crew cut, scrubbed clean-cut faces composed into humble contrition, bowed their heads in submission.
and because the law in its majesty does not seek vengeance
His beautiful young daughter was still in the hospital with her broken jaw wired together; and now these two animales went free? It had all been a farce.
Oh, they were all happy now, they were smiling now.
They glanced at him, shamefaced, yet in their eyes was an odd, triumphant defiance.
All his years in America, Amerigo Bonasera had trusted in law and order. And he had prospered thereby.
wild visions of buying a gun and killing the two young men jangled the very bones of his skull
Los Angeles hotel suite, Johnny Fontane was as jealously drunk as any ordinary husband
It was four in the morning and he was spinning drunken fantasies of murdering his trampy wife when she got home
and he felt funny about calling any of his friends now that his career was plunging downhill
She was to him so very beautiful, the angelic face, soulful violet eyes
she taunted him between giggles
You still think screwing is really like those dopey songs you used to sing.
And then the gutter toughness that had helped him survive the jungle of Hollywood made him pick up the phone and call for a car to take him to the airport
The baker, Nazorine, pudgy and crusty as his great Italian loaves
Have you given my daughter a little package to remember you by
She was already plump, homely and sprouting a faint moustache
She was a “hot number” this daughter of his
And so on that Saturday morning the friends of Don Corleone streamed out of New York City to do him honor
He made no empty promises, nor the craven excuse that his hands were tied by more powerful forces in the world than himself
It was not necessary that he be your friend, it was not even important that you had no means with which to repay him
And then, no matter how poor or powerless the supplicant, Don Corleone would take that man’s troubles to his heart
It was understood, it was mere good manners, to proclaim that you were in his debt and that he had the right to call upon you at any time to redeem your debt by some small service
the gaily festooned one-acre garden itself had been decorated by the young girl—chums of the bride
Don Corleone received everyone— rich and poor, powerful and humble— with an equal show of love. He slighted no one. That was his character.
how well he looked in his tux that an inexperienced observer | might easily have thought the Don himself was the lucky groom
The eldest, baptized Santino but called Sonny by everyone except his father, was looked at askance by the older Italian men
the features even but the bow-shaped lips thickly sensual, the dimpled cleft chin in some curious way obscene
He was built as powerfully as a bull
Though he was a great help in his father’s business, there were many who doubted that he would become the heir to it.
Fredo, was a child every Italian prayed to the saints for
Dutiful, loyal, always at the service of his father
Inclined to dourness, he was still a crutch to his father, never disputed him
He had all the quiet force and intelligence of his great father, the born instinct to act in such a way that men had no recourse but to respect him
But Michael was twenty-one years of age and nothing could be done against his own willfulness
and to show his own future wife to them, the washed-out rag of an American girl.
With her usual alert intelligence she remarked on the fact that these four men did not seem particularly happy
He spat so that the spittle hit the back door of the sedan and walked away
And though he disapproved of his son’s foolish display of anger, the tantrum served a purpose. It would convince the interlopers that their presence was unexpected and unprepared for
He had long ago learned that society imposes insults that must be borne, comforted by the knowledge that in this world there comes a time when the most humble of men, if he keeps his eyes open, can take his revenge on the most powerful.
some dancing on the wooden platform bedecked with flowers, others sitting at long tables piled high with spicy food and gallon jugs of black, homemade wine
Connie Corleone was a not quite pretty girl, thin and nervous and certain to become shrewish later in life
From sheer habit Paulie Gatto wondered just how he could go about hijacking that fat pocketbook.
danced with such skill and abandon, his hard belly lecherously bumping the breasts of younger
Clemenza was blowing like a whale as he gulped down the wine
Never mind being a dance judge, do your job. Take a walk around the neighborhood and see everything is OK
His wife was in the kitchen putting the last touches on the serving of the wedding cake.
Now holding her pink gown up off the ground, Lucy Mancini went into the house
He and the Don had solved many a knotty problem in this room
when he saw the Godfather leave the festivities and enter the house, he knew, wedding or no, there would be a little work this day
Hagen grimaced, debated whether to inform the Don, and decided against it.
And all through the years, lean and fat, Nazorine cheerfully paid his dues to the bakery union organized by the Don in his salad days
and put his hand on the man’s shoulder to urge him on. That was the mark of the Don’s humanity. He knew from bitter experience what courage it took to ask a favor from a fellow man.
Only Godfather Corleone could help this afflicted couple
The Congressman of the district must be petitioned. The Congressman would propose a special bill that would allow Enzo to become a citizen
Don Corleone explained that this would cost money, the going price was now two thousand dollars.
He did not expect such a great favor for nothing. That was understood. A special Act of Congress does not come cheap
A son-in-law and a cheap lifetime helper in his bakery all for two thousand dollars
“You’re trying to scare me,” Kay said. “You just don’t want me to marry you.” She smiled at him and poked his ribs with her elbow. “Very clever.”
He stuttered over the flowery congatulations he offered and his formal hope that the first grandchild would be masculine
a gaucherie the Don overlooked in his own flowery sentence of thanks
The man was like a natural force, not truly subject to control
Even dynamite could be exploded harmlessly if the need arose
He didn’t have anyplace to go. He lived with us until he got married
Your father must be a warmhearted person. To adopt somebody just like that when he had so many children of his own
They saw Hagen shoo Sonny through the French door into the Don’s office and then crook a finger at Amerigo Bonasera
Because they know that by tradition no Sicilian can refuse a request on his daughter’s wedding day. And no Sicilian ever lets a chance like that go by.
Sonny Corleone’s heavy Cupid face, redly obscene with winey lust, frightened her, but she had teased him for the past week to just this end
Now as she ran up the steps toward Sonny a tremendous flash of desire went through her body.
Her legs went weak as the door closed behind them
The Don wants you in his office. Now.
who exclaimed petulantly, “Lucy, where were you? You look drunk.
The blond groom poured Lucy a glass of wine and smiled knowingly
Lucy demurely folded her hands on the table
Bonasera, ashen-faced, asked, directly now, “May I speak to you alone?”
trust these two men with my life
She stayed out late. But he never came to meet her parents. I accepted all this without a protest, the fault is mine
They made her drink whiskey and then they tried to take advantage of her
She was the light of my life, an affectionate daughter.
I can’t remember the last time you invited me to your house for coffee though my wife is godmother to your only child. Let us be frank. You spurned my friendship.
After all, the police guarded you, there were courts of law, you and yours could come to no harm. You did not need Don Corleone. Very well. My feelings were wounded but I am not that sort of person
the boys were young, high-spirited, and one of them is the son of a powerful politician
Bonasera screwed up the last of his courage and said, “How much shall I pay you?” It was a despairing wail.
You accept judgment from a judge who sells himself like the worst whore in the streets
Years gone by, when you needed money, you went to the banks and paid ruinous interest, waited hat in hand like a beggar while they sniffed around
If you had come to me for justice those scum who ruined your daughter would be weeping bitter tears this day.
After all, we’re not murderers, no matter what that corpse valet dreams up in his foolish head
It was hopeless, Don Corleone thought. If he refused to be instructed, Santino could never run the family business, could never become a Don
He would have to find somebody else. And soon. After all, he was not immortal.
“It’s Johnny, he came to the wedding, what did I tell you?”
when no one dreamed that Johnny Fontane would grow up to hold the hearts of fifty million women in his hands.
My godson has come three thousand miles to do us honor and no one thinks to wet his throat?
When I got the wedding invitation I said to myself, ‘My Godfather isn’t mad at me anymore.’
That’s all forgotten. Now. Can I do something for you still? You’re not too famous, too rich, that I can’t help you?
He tried to sound jaunty. “I’m not rich, Godfather.”
Hagen and the Don looked at him with surprise, Johnny had always been so tough.
The head of the studio always hated my guts and now he’s paying me off
He called me a Communist, but he couldn’t make it stick.
By Christ in heaven, is it possible that you spent so much time in my presence and turned out no better than this?
How would his own three sons have reacted to such a tongue-lashing?
But Johnny, ah, what a fine chap he was, smiling now, gathering strength
I can’t marry Ginny again, not the way she wants.
Beautiful broads run after me and I never could resist them
“…though certainly they will be saints in heaven while we men burn in hell. And then I’ve watched you all these years.” The Don’s voice became earnest.
“You’ve been a fine godson,…”
He never says anything against you.
“And you, godson, you now, you just don’t have talent enough. Shall I get you a job on the gravel truck with Nino?”
He sent the word that if I come and kiss his ass in the studio commissary, maybe he’ll think about it.
You’re discouraged. Nobody cares about you, so you think.
But his Godfather had never said such and such a thing could be done without having it done
Go, go back to the party. Your friends are waiting for you. Leave everything to me.
Consigliere Abbandando is dying, he won’t last out the night.
But the Don gave him no encouragement. He asked, “When does my daughter leave with her bridegroom?”
used to come down to New York whenever he sang at the Capitol and scream my head off.
Then he divorced his childhood-sweetheart wife and left his two children, to marry the most glamorous blond star in motion pictures
You know those Arctic explorers who leave caches of food scattered on the route to the North Pole? Just in case they may need them someday? That’s my father’s favors. Someday he’ll be at each one of those people’s houses and they had better come across.
“When you get through with college, come and talk to me,” the Don said. “I have some plans you will like.”
I know how you are. I won’t ask you to do anything you don’t approve of
He had understood immediately that the soon-to-be widow did not comprehend that her husband would die this night
serious-faced and with the air of one born to command
Dr. Kennedy shrugged. It was impossible to explain to these peasants. At the same time he recognized the crude justice in the man’s remarks
He walked away from them down the corridor, his white coat flapping.
She recognized Johnny Fontane as he went by her and her eyes opened wide. He gave her a faint smile of acknowledgment and she stared at him with frank invitation. He filed her away for future reference, then followed the others into the sick man’s room.
Genco Abbandando had run a long race with death, and now, vanquished, he lay exhausted on the raised bed.
and what had once been vigorous black hair had turned into obscene stringy | wisps
You blaspheme. Resign yourself.
He groaned so loud and long in his sleep that his wife shook him awake
“Eh, what a man you are,” she grumbled. “To have a nightmare only after a wedding.”
It was just as well she did not see him go back to the hotel clerk and ask, “What name she registered under?”
Clemenza rolled the little green spitball he was holding in his hand across to the clerk, who picked it up
Mike is doing the job on her.
With his special number one priority (a grateful gift from a Pentagon staff general officer)
he had informed Hagen that he was now officially the new Consigliere to the family. This meant that Hagen was sure to become a very rich man, to say nothing of power.
Each link of the chain would have to turn traitor for the Don to be involved and though it had never yet happened, there was always the possibility. The cure for that possibility also was known. Only one link in the chain had to disappear.
He was the one man in the world who could bring the Don crashing down to destruction. But no Consigliere had ever betrayed a Don, not | in the memory of any of the powerful Sicilian families who had established themselves in America. There was no future in it
because he was an extreme reactionary, partly because he was a megalomaniac who loved to wield power wildly without regard to the fact that by so doing legions of enemies sprang up out of the ground.
He ordered another martini and reflected on his life. He had no regrets, indeed he felt that he had been extremely lucky.
[A hardworking carpenter], he had never done a dishonest thing in his life
In the most natural way, without a word being spoken or the matter discussed in any fashion, Don Corleone had permitted the boy to stay in his household.
Meanwhile, much to the annoyance of their father, Sonny and Freddie insisted on going into the family business after graduation from high school
But for years Hagen had had nightmares, dreaming he had grown to manhood blind, tapping a white cane, his blind children behind him tap-tapping with their little white canes as they begged in the streets
Woltz had gotten the message about the possible labor strike but hadn’t seemed too impressed
She was guarded by a woman obviously her mother, who tried to stare Hagen down with a cold arrogance that made him want to punch her in the face
They were all shrewdies, trying to get their foot in the movie door by taking office jobs
At thirty he had left New York and moved West, invested in the nickelodeon and pioneered motion pictures
despite the ministrations of the most knowledgeable technicians, his age showed; the flesh of his face looked as if it had been seamed together
You have a top male star who makes a lot of money for your studio but he just graduated from marijuana to heroin
All right, you smooth son of a bitch, let me lay it on the line for you and your boss, whoever he is.
I don’t care how many guinea Mafia goombahs | come out of the woodwork
Hagen listened patiently. He had expected better from a man of Woltz’s stature.
since the Don was looking for new things to put money into, and if the top brains of this industry were so dumb, movies might be the thing
Johnny tells me that you admit he would be perfect for that part. And let me say that this favor would never be asked if that were not so.
We understand your no is no.
I have one of those dignified corporate practices
This may be sacrilege to you, but my client can do things for you that even Mr. Hoover might find out of his range
The hedges, flower beds and grasses were as carefully manicured as a movie star’s nails
He handed Hagen an outsized martini glass and took one for himself from the prepared tray
I thought you were just some third-rate hustler Johnny was running in to bluff me
Woltz said with childish pride, “The greatest racehorse in the world.”
bet even the Russian Czars never paid that much for a single horse.
Woltz obviously lived alone, and just as obviously was not a man who cared about food.
But he never will be because I hate that pinko punk and I’m going to run him out of the movies. And I’ll tell you why.
Then Johnny comes along with that olive-oil voice and guinea charm and she runs off.
“I’ve listened to about enough. Thugs don’t give me orders, I give them orders.”
Her sea-blue eyes were filmed over
Paulie Gatto knew everything there was to know about those two punks.
It had been arranged by Clemenza after Gatto had “made his bones” in the family business
Are you crazy, Jerry? I’m not going in any car with you.
Clemenza had given him copies of the police mug shots of the two punks, the dope on where the punks went drinking every night to pick up bar girls
The bar girl’s taunts had left their adolescent vanity prickly.
Paulie Gatto looked like a perfect outlet for their humiliation
The two big men were beating Moonan to jelly. They did so with frightening deliberation, as if they had all the time in the world
They did not throw punches in flurries but in timed, slow-motion sequences that carried the full weight of their massive bodies
“Mike, what a good fibber you are.” Michael sat down beside her on the bed.
“All for you, honey;…”
“Do you think your father will approve of me?”
Michael said gently, “That’s not really the question. Will your parents approve of me?”
He planned to catch up on his paper work so as to have everything cleared away for the meeting with Virgil Sollozzo on Friday
Did Jack Woltz have the balls to risk everything, to run the chance of losing all on a matter of principle, on a matter of honor; for revenge?
He wanted Hagen to convey to the Don his undying friendship. The Don had only to call on him
Not once had Woltz uttered a threat against Don Corleone himself. Genius had its rewards.
but he had slept alone since the death of his first wife ten years before. This did not mean he no longer used women
Far down at the foot of his bed was a familiar shape and Woltz struggled up on his elbows to get a clearer look
Without any negotiation to have the act, its order, countermanded.
The ruthlessness, the sheer disregard for any values, implied a man who considered himself completely his own law, even his own God
He would be the laughingstock of California merely because someone had contemptuously defied his power in such arrogant fashion. That decided him. | That and the thought that maybe, maybe they wouldn’t kill him. That they had something much more clever and painful in reserve.
The servants and the doctor were sworn to secrecy | on pain of incurring the studio’s and Woltz’s undying enmity
Johnny Fontane received a phone call from the executive producer of the film telling him to report for work the following Monday.
The only hitch is bringing it into this country, and then distribution. Also initial capital. A million dollars cash doesn’t grow on trees.
A very competent man and his own boss.
Sonny was chafing at| being under the Don’s thumb.
“I think you should say yes,” Hagen said. “You know all the obvious reasons. But the most important one is this..”
Santino, get some sleep tonight, you look like the devil himself. Take care of yourself, you won’t be young forever.
“…I need two million dollars cash,” he said. “Equally important, I need a man who has powerful friends in the important places.”
I hear, Don Corleone, that you have as many judges in your pocket as a bootblack has pieces of silver.
I receive fifty percent merely for finance and legal protection. I have no worries about operations, is that what you tell me?
and they think narcotics a dirty business. No, don’t protest. I’m telling you their thoughts, not mine.
Sollozzo’s eyes flickered again but this time with satisfaction. He had discovered a chink in the Don’s fortress
“Young people are greedy,” he said. “And today they have no manners. They interrupt their elders. They meddle….”
But I have a sentimental weakness for my children and I have spoiled them. As you see.
Signor Sollozzo, my no is final. Let me say that I myself wish you good fortune in your business
Santino, never let anyone outside the family know what you are thinking. Never let them know what you have under your fingernails.
Now get out of my sight.
He was sending the Don a present for Christmas that would knock his eyes out
Hagen tried to conceal his impatience. Johnny Fontane’s charm had always been lost on him
He was also drinking, whoring around, gambling and beating his wife up occasionally
He wondered what new | tale of woe she had for him now.
When the phone rang again, Hagen threw his papers back into the basket. The hell with it. He’d leave.
He’s not going out of town until after Christmas.
Michael was as closemouthed as his father. “No,” he said.
Hagen pulled his arm loose. He was still not alarmed, just irritated.
and its sentimental story of a braggart thief made them smile at each other with amusement. When they came out of the theater it had turned cold
Kay snuggled up to him and said, “After we’re married, will you beat me and then steal a star for a present?”
There was no grief, no fear, just cold rage.
BLOODY MOB WAR FEARED.
The people who did this are crazy and now that the old man’s still alive they’ll be desperate. Who the hell knows what they’ll pull next.
They shot him five times. But he’s tough.
And as soon as Luca Brasi checks in they’re gonna be dead meat. | We still have all the horses.
He put on his jacket and rapped his knuckles on his son Freddie’s head to make him take his nose out of the afternoon newspaper
Many of the people thronging the avenue had flung themselves into doorways or on the ground, others had huddled together in small groups.
and someone, seeing him start to sag, led him to the curbstone and made him sit down on it.
A lot of blood but I think maybe he’s not as bad as he looks.
Be home tomorrow morning eight sharp. You got a grand coming.
Sonny cradled the phone
“Did Tom come home yet?”
She said, “No,” that he was not due for another twenty minutes but she expected him home for supper.
“Have him call me,” Sonny said.
He tried to think things out. He tried to imagine how his father would react in a like situation.
Don’t do anything rash until you’ve heard what he has to say. You can only cause a lot of trouble. What’s done is done.
“You’ll have to carry the ball, Sonny,” Clemenza said “What do you want me to do?”
Pick him up on your way over. I don’t care how sick he is. You got that?
Sonny had no fear about stepping out into the night.
The other three houses were given rent-free to retired friends of the Don with the understanding that they would be vacated whenever he requested.
“I just got a call,” he said. “Now don’t get worried. Pop’s in the hospital, he’s hurt.”
“Another thing,” Sonny said. “My kid brother Mike goes to college in Hanover, New Hampshire. Get some people we know in Boston to go up and get him and bring him down here to the house until this blows over. I’ll call him up so he’ll expect them. Again I’m just playing the percentages, just to make sure.”
“Don’t even move your pinkie,” he said.
Sonny was hot for my deal. Right?
The Don was an old ‘Moustache Pete,’ his day was over but he didn’t know it.
Listen, you can tell them that Freddie would have gotten it today with his old man but my people had strict orders not to gun him. I didn’t want any more hard feelings than necessary.
The old marl is still alive.
He gave a fatalistic shrug. “Bad luck,”
Michael lit a cigarette. “I can help out,” he said.
“No, you can’t,” Sonny said. “The old man would be sore as hell if I let you get mixed up in this.”
“I’m just afraid they won’t let Tom go.” Michael was surprised at this.
“Is Luca that tough, like they say? Is he that good?” Sonny nodded. “He’s in a class by himself.”
Listen, kid, I was worried when I couldn’t get ahold of you in that hick town.
Not that I gave a crap if they knocked you off, but I didn’t like the idea of bringing the news to the old lady
You were too young to know about it and then things got pretty smith while you were growing up.
She’s down at the hospital with the old man
It struck Michael with full force that he had interrupted Sonny and Tessio as they were making up a list of men to be killed.
Hagen’s wife said, “Was that call about Tom?” She said it almost truculently but she was weeping with fright
What the hell do you think I’ll do when you knock somebody off? Faint?
Pretty soon you’ll want me to put up my dukes. OK, stick around, you can handle the phone.
Somebody had to finger the old man. It could have been Clemenza, it could have been Paulie Gatto, who was very conveniently sick today. I know the answer now.
What could Clemenza gain for betraying his Don? More money? He was rich enough but then men are always greedy.
Or perhaps a businessman’s conviction that Sollozzo would win out?
He was well thought of, his rise in the organization was certain but he would have to put in his time | like everybody else.
He shook his head. “Neither one of them,” he said.
Thank God it was Paulie. We’ll need Clemenza bad.
We are under the gun, man, we gotta fight.
If they dump him, it would be just to show us they really mean business, trying to bulldoze us
But during the meeting I shot off my mouth a little, I showed I wanted the deal.
And his knocking off the old man is purely business, nothing personal
Of course he would never let me get too close, he’d make sure I’d never get a clean shot at him, just in case.
When it comes to real action I can operate as good as anybody, short-range.
I ‘made my bones’ when I was nineteen, the last time the Family had a war, and I was a big help to the old man
Clemenza had not been unaware that Paulie Gatto ‘supplemented his income with free-lance stickups, strictly against the Family rules
He knew that there was no percentage in being tough about something that would only cost a heavy fine or six months in jail, small prices to pay for the enormous profits earned
and to pick him up with his own car, nothing hot.
He ran over his plans
He’d be as skittish as a donkey with ants up his ass.
As he washed his baby-blue Cadillac
Undue friendliness would make him wary
But it had to be public so that embryo traitors would be frightened and the enemy warned that the Corleone Family had by no means gone stupid or soft
since any attack on noncombatants was undreamed of.
Damn that Sonny, he’s running scared. He’s already thinking of going to the mattresses.
and had a light dinner of veal and salad, nodding his hellos to some acquaintances
After an hour had gone by he walked the several blocks to where the car was parked and entered it. Gatto and Lampone were still waiting
Sonny says we can let this one go until later.
his strongest and most loyal and most feared retainer prepared to meet with the enemy
It’s just that if you’re looking for a new job, I can pass along the word to my father.
There’s always need for a man like you in our business
He had a license to carry a gun, probably the most expensive gun license ever issued anyplace, anytime.
The hatcheck girl was gone
I’ve already talked to the Don. He wants no part of it. All right, I can do without him
I understand you’re not happy with your Family, you might make a switch
He put out his hand but Luca pretended not to see it and busied himself putting a cigarette in his mouth
“I’ll explain when I see you.”
“When will that be?” she asked.
he looks like he got plugged worse than the old man.
Or maybe he’s just being very careful so that our button men won’t nail him.
Clemenza and Tessio shifted uneasily in their chairs, infantry leaders who hear their general rave about storming an impregnable hill no matter what the cost
Even the shooting of your father was business, not personal. You should know that by now.
I think he maybe got him out of the picture, one way or the other
They snatched Tom right on the button
He didn’t eat and neither did Tom, but Sonny, Clemenza and Tessio dug in, mopping up sauce with crusts of bread
Michael spoke up diffidently. “I know I’m an amateur in this”
He might be ready to pull off something real tricky that would put him back on top. If we could figure out what that would be, we’d be in the driver’s seat
Detectives at the bedroom door waiting to question the old man. That’s a laugh.
They can’t get at the Don, not in any way.
Michael thought ruefully| , there goes my date with Kay
“The fish means that Luca Brasi is sleeping on the bottom of the ocean,” he said. “It’s an old Sicilian message.”
“Does he really?” She paused. “Kill people?” Michael finished combing his hair.
“I don’t really know,” he said. “Nobody really knows. But I wouldn’t be surprised.”
He felt that he was being enmeshed in the Family business against his will and he resented Sonny using him even to answer the phone
already said his father being shot was more like an “accident” and that all the trouble was over. Hell, it looked like it was just beginning
Sonny and Tom were off-center on this guy Sollozzo, they were still underrating him
You had to figure him to come up with a real surprise. But then Sonny and Tom and Clemenza and Tessio were all agreed that everything was under control
What Michael wanted was out, out of all this, to lead his own life. But he couldn’t cut loose from the family until the crisis was over.
in his line of work gets shot full of holes himself
I’ll have some men there inside of fifteen minutes
They stayed in the street smoking for what was no more than ten minutes when suddenly the night air was split by a police siren
I don’t give a shit how many dago gangsters kill each other. If it was up to me, I wouldn’t lift a finger to keep your old man from getting knocked off.
He roared out, | “Goddamn it, I said lock him up.”
McCluskey had all Tessio’s men around and in the hospital arrested right after visiting hours. It didn’t help that some of them were carrying guns
Claimed he needed them and that some other cops were supposed to go over and take their place but they got their assignments bollixed
Sollozzo must have given him a fortune for openers and promised him the moon to come.
“The Turk wants a meeting now.” Sonny laughed. “The balls on that son of a bitch”
After he craps out last night he wants a meeting today or the next day
The guy is too dangerous. He’ll come up with some new idea
“You’re right, kid,” he said. “You got right to the old nuts.”
Go on, kid, you’re doing great. | Out of the mouths of infants, as the Don always used to say.
It was deep belly laughter, not faking.
“How about that, kid, you wanta do that just because some dumb cop slapped you around?” He was still laughing
You were the only one who could stand off the old man.
I’ve been waiting for you to become my right arm so we can kill those fucks that are trying to destroy our father and our Family. And all it took was a sock on the jaw. How do you like that?
Freddie is in shock and out of action. Finally that leaves just me. It’s all logic
Most important they got him down as | faggy.
What the hell do you mean, a rookie? I listened to the old man just as hard as you did. How do you think I got so smart?
When winos and drunks filtered up from the Bowery to panhandle on his beat he got rid of them so roughly that they never came back
Mark McCluskey was rising from sergeant to lieutenant and finally to captain, they lacked for nothing
McCluskey made it a policy never to show that he understood what other people were up to.
he had pulled the detective guards off the door of Corleone’s hospital room. And now, being a man of principle, he would have to give back the ten grand, money he had already earmarked to insure the education of his grandchildren
He just made sure of his price. It never occurred to him that he himself could be in any danger. That anyone would consider even for a moment killing a New York City police captain was too fantastic
His own uncles and aunts in the old country needed a little help now and then to keep their potato farms and he sent the money to do the trick. He didn’t begrudge it.
It was a.22 filled with soft-nosed bullets that made pinpricks going in and left insulting gaping holes when they exited from the human body.
Mostly it gives witnesses an excuse to change their identification when we make them see the light
You’ll be safe all right. We’re the ones who catch hell afterwards.
These things have to happen once every ten years or so. It gets rid of the bad blood.
His father’s usually neat office was taking on the look of a badly kept furnished room.
Easy, Mike, now is no time to get slowed up by booze.
That son of a bitch Sollozzo, he really is something.
They go someplace to talk, and get this. Mike and Sollozzo talk in Italian so that the Irish cop don’t know what the hell they are talking about.
Now how the hell do we find out the meeting place?
He figures the captain will be enough and that security is more important than guns. He’s right too.
Nah, anybody can lose a tail when they really want to
Clemenza put in, “Maybe we should start trying to figure why lie’s making it such a big secret.”
Besides, he smells danger. He must be leery as hell even with that police captain for his shadow
In the head, two shots apiece, and out as fast as your legs can travel
Clemenza said emphatically, “The gun will be there.”
He knows every feather that falls from the tail of a sparrow or however the hell it goes.
And you know something? Accidents don’t happen to people who take accidents as a personal insult.
Damn right, I take that broken jaw personal; damn right, I take Sollozzo trying to kill my father personal.
Sollozzo was no dummy and McCluskey was a very tough egg.
I swear to you by my children he won’t be
I’m getting too old for my job, too grouchy.
Can’t stand the aggravation, all day I get aggravation. You know how it is.
Sollozzo said to the driver, “Nice work. I’ll remember it.”
Sollozzo said placatingly to the captain, “I am going to talk Italian to Mike”
But your father stands in the way because of certain unrealistic scruples
But the eldest son is not the man the Godfather is, no disrespect intended.
“Don’t take too long.” He had marvelous antenna, he was nervous
Michael sat down again. He remembered Clemenza had told him not to do this, to come out of the toilet and blaze away. But either out of some warning instinct or sheer funk he had not done so.
It was always used in a sexual sense, to do the job on a woman meant seducing her
Sharon Moore obviously, expected him to come on very strong because of his reputation, but Johnny hated the Hollywood “piece of meat” approach
Or sing for me. You know, like the movies. I’ll bubble up and melt all over you just like those girls do on the screen
he had done just such things and the result had always been stagy, the girls trying to look sexy and melting
balding man running to fat feels about showing pictures of himself as a youth in the full bloom of manhood
It wasn’t true love, but you couldn’t knock it if the girl was beautiful and genuinely nice
kissed her on the lips
Honest, it’s not that I’m goody-goody
He didn’t like her quite so much now
She hadn’t fallen all over herself to screw for him or try to hustle him because his connections would help her in show biz
just as casually as kissing a beau good night
And being the girl she was, when she told the story of how she resisted the great Johnny Fontane, she would always have to add with a wry little smile, “Of course, he didn’t try very hard.”
“If you ever feel real down, give me a ring. OK? I don’t have to shack up every girl I know.”
He was left with a long evening before him
She wasn’t equipped to handle the Hollywood sharpies who might come after her just so that they could brag about having screwed Johnny Fontane’s first wife.
He remembered what his Godfather had said, that he could make his own life what he wanted. Great chance if you knew what you wanted. But what did he want?
The great Johnny Fontane is lucky if he can even get it up anymore
“Ah, what the hell,” he said. “I’m tired of that stuff. I have to grow up sometime…”
And now that I can’t sing anymore I guess I’ll have a tough time with dames. I never got in on my looks, you know.
Ordinary women could never hope to compete with them on a physical level
And he did it with all girls, even the one-night stands, I-don’t-know-your-name girls.
She smiled at him, a friendly smile
You could take at least one lousy guess
Hey, Ginny, do I still rate breakfast?
The Hollywood gigolos had batted zero when they started swarming around her
the cuff links, a pair he had not worn for some time, were a little too loud for the way he liked to dress now
“Drinking won’t help your voice,” he said.
How do you find it so easy to believe that Woltz can finagle it and your Godfather can’t?
I must tell you this. Just keep it to yourself. Your Godfather is a much more powerful man than Jack Woltz.
Nothing you wouldn’t do anyway if the Don asked you to do it for him
If a guy like Jack Woltz can be a big movie genius, anybody can.
He had once been a big star but now at the young age of thirty-five he was washed up. | He didn’t kid himself about that.
she had been nice and smart and acting sort of hip, but would she have been so cool if he had really been at the top?
he had the wiry horniness of many small-boned Latin types
Well, the hell with it, she wouldn’t be too great in the sack anyway
What he really hated were the ones who had started screwing at twelve and were all fucked out by the time they were twenty
That had given the writer the right slant on just who was who in the Hollywood pecking order
The eagerness in the author’s voice told him that he had guessed right. Woltz had chiseled the guy, given him peanuts for the book
After that he sat at the desk and puffed at his cigar
he had made some sort of promise to himself and Hagen that he wouldn’t drink. He shouldn’t even be smoking.
Then he had fallen for his soon to be second wife, Margot Ashton
His career had gone to hell, his voice had gone to hell, his family life had gone to hell. And there had come the day when he was left without anything.
And then when he had touched bottom, when he could no longer get movie work, when he could no longer sing, when his second wife had betrayed him, he had gone to spend a few days with Ginny and his daughters.
It had passed over her face only for a second but that was enough for him never to forget it.
…the hurt their enjoyment of his misfortunes gave him.
he was being paid back for having lived in the utmost freedom from women and in the fullest flush of their favor
That was one thing he had salvaged out of | his fall from the top
He had grown a thick skin about the hurts he gave women.
I got a good job on the truck, boffing housewives along my route
Johnny hung up the phone and got ready for bed. He felt better than any time since he had smashed that master record.
“Does he like to watch previews?” Johnny laughed.
“I don’t think he’s ever had the chance. Why don’t you break him in?”
“Just get as drunk as you can get and I’ll take care of you. Hell, I won’t even drink myself tonight. How about that for being a buddy?”
“Man,” Johnny Fontane said, “that’s some buddy.”
He knew Nino sang just as well drunk as sober and what they were doing today wouldn’t require any real musicianship on Nino’s part
they both stood by their microphones. Nino flubbed the opening, flubbed it again. His face was beginning to get red with embarrassment
Hey, you stalling for overtime?
but he was amazed at his own technical skill. Ten years of vocalizing had taught him something
It’s not going to be like you think
Without the help of special lights and genius makeup men they looked their age
Young female starlets were forbidden to attend the Friday night parties. Or rather discouraged. Most of them took the hint.
Roy McElroy proved to be, at first sight, an enormously likable man, well-groomed, beautifully dressed
McElroy shook hands with Nino and gazed at him appraisingly. “They’ll eat him up alive,” he said to Johnny
There were almost a hundred people milling around, all with drinks in their hands
Nothing could hide the tiredness of their spirit and their flesh; time had eroded their godhead.
On the screen she had a feline feminine charm that made her irresistible to all men
Deanna Dunn never played sexpots in the movies
Johnny stood there thinking; so that was it. He knew that when his voice was healthy Nino simply wasn’t in the same league with him, never had been in those years they had sung together as kids
The Godfather must be just about the smartest guy in the world. He’d known immediately that Nino could never make a racket
Johnny was a little shaken by the killing. It was the first time the long arm of the Don had struck such a lethal blow so close to him
He had no hope of winning the Academy Award now that his Godfather was no longer able to put pressure on, but getting the nomination had some value
He was hurt that none of the young stars, the actresses who were still on top, ever gave him a tumble
Most nights he would go home alone, put his old records on the player…
He’d ruined his voice with booze and tobacco and broads just when he really knew what it was all about.
He came to Johnny’s house dead sober and they left for the presentation theater together
As he drove Johnny home, Nino thought that if that was success, he didn’t want it
“I want you to speak to the landlord to let me stay.” Vito nodded.
“It’s done then. You won’t have to move”
“See me again in another six months. But of course you’ll let her keep her dog.”
The father refused to knuckle under and in a public quarrel killed the local Mafia chief
Up to this time he had been a quiet, very contained young man who kept his thoughts to himself
Vito nodded. He was in the habit of talking little
The Corleone family could not eat the beautiful rug. Very well, there was no work, his wife and children must starve. Vito took some parcels of food from his friend Genco while he thought things out
In 1919, skilled automobile drivers were at a premium.
Against his better judgment, Vito Corleone accepted their offer. The clinching argument was that he would clear at least a thousand dollars for his share of the job
Their whole approach was too careless for his taste. But he thought them of good, sound character
After all, this is my neighborhood and you should let me wet my beak
“You have respect,” he said. “A fine thing in the young.”
went down to sit with her women cronies in front of the building
And suddenly he was sure that Fanucci had no great connections, could not possibly have.
Watch yourself with that bastard of a Black Hand, he’s tricky as a priest
You won’t have much luck. Fanucci never retreats
What she was seeing was the shedding of his protective coloration of a harmless nobody now that he was ready to start on his destiny
why should he not kill Fanucci? Surely the world could do without such a person.
Fanucci himself was a dangerous man, not so easily killed. There were the police and the electric chair…
Ah, you’re a sharp young fellow. How is it I’ve never noticed you before?
Vito Corleone left his apartment and ran up the stairs to the roof
wanted access to the freight yards that honeycombed the area from Eleventh Avenue to the Hudson River.
These people did not sit in the street and gossip like honest Italians, they sat in beer taverns guzzling their pay.
Tucked inside the flap was an old five-dollar gold piece, probably a luck token
had questioned hoodlums with records in the rackets and a history of strongarm. Since Vito had never been in trouble he never came into the picture
All for nothing, they would lose their home
Once I explain how things are with you he’ll take pity on your misfortunes
who threw garbage down the air shafts, who let cockroaches and rats eat away his walls without lifting a hand to preserve his property
but constant worry about his investments, about the money he earned, about the inevitable expenses that came with being a man of property had worn his nerves to a frazzle so that he was in a constant state of irritation
Not rude, since any one of these Southerners might stick a knife into you if rubbed the wrong way, though this young man looked like a quiet fellow
As one Italian to another, I ask you the favor.
Your good heart in helping this poor widow has shamed me and I wish to show that I, too, have some Christian charity
Store owners who had problems with young hoodlums asked him to intercede
Like any good salesman he came to understand the benefits of undercutting his rivals in price, barring them from distribution outlets by persuading store owners to stock less of their brands
some oil wholesalers is Brooklyn, men of fiery temper, headstrong, not amenable to reason, who refused to see
The fee was so enormous that Vito Corleone cut back drastically on his oil business to use the trucks almost exclusively for the service of the bootlegger-smugglers. This despite the fact that these gentlemen had accompanied their offer with a silky threat
Again he prospered. But, more important, he acquired knowledge and contacts and experience
He made himself the protector of the Italian families who set themselves up as small speakeasies in their homes
Also the men working directly for Tessio and Clemenza grew in number. The whole thing was becoming unwieldy.
Clemenza was the braver, more reckless, the crueler man despite his outward jollity, and needed a tighter rein
He had not failed those who depended on him and gave him the sweat of their brows, risked their freedom and their lives in his service.
an employee of his was arrested and sent to prison by some mischance
Not only that, he helped them with goodwill, with encouraging words to take the bitter sting out of the charity he gave them
the crap games on the docks, the shylocking that went with it as hot dogs go with baseball games
Maranzano’s refusal touched off the great war of 1933 which was to change the whole structure of the underworld in New York City
The second Capone gunman out of sheer terror had, impossibly, swallowed the bath towel in his mouth and suffocated.
But where Fredo was a quiet boy, and Michael, of course, a toddler, Santino was constantly in trouble
the Don constantly reproved Sonny for that young man’s outbursts of temper
the unleashing of anger without forethought as the most dangerous indulgence
No one had ever heard the Don utter a naked threat, no one had ever seen him in an uncontrollable rage. It was unthinkable.
He spent the first year meeting with different chiefs of gangs in New York, laying the groundwork, sounding them out, proposing spheres of influence that would be honored by a loosely bound confederated council
Irish gunmen pierced the Don’s protective cordon and put a shot into his chest. The assassin was immediately riddled with bullets but the damage was done.
untrumpeted Napoleon, showed a genius for city warfare
The wholesaler owned his own palatial home, an estate in Long Island, a luxurious automobile, and was seeding his children to college
that wide-awake businessman caught the drift immediately and arranged for Nazorine to get his furniture
a group of three workmen came in all innocence with their truck
The Don, his wife and Sonny were in the garden taking their ease and enjoying the salty sea air
“Go in and take care of the matter.” It was not simply a joke; he was considering making his son his underboss
he held the three men at gunpoint and had them thoroughly bastinadoed by the bodyguards
Professional stickup artists and strong-arms received one warning not to ply their trade in the town
The flimflam home-improvement gyp artists, the door-to-door con men were politely warned that they were not welcome in Long Beach
Resident young punks who had no respect for law and proper authority were advised in the most fatherly fashion to run away from home
“We opened your mail, of course.” Kay was horrified and angry. Now she could face him. What he had done was more shameful than her own sin. She could never believe it of him. “Father, you didn’t, you couldn’t have”
Two men got out, big burly men who looked like gangsters in the movies to her eyes
He assaulted that police officer but got the worst of it.
She is mixed up with a hoodlum we have reason to believe committed a murder on a police officer
She knew he was being playful in his donnish way and she was surprised that he could take the whole affair so lightly.
Now, if you will forgive us, our lunch is growing cold
He ushered the men out of the house with every courtesy and closed the door on their backs gently but firmly
Now you gonna tell me what to do? My husband don’t tell me what to do, God have mercy on him
The “Great Don,” he thought with scorn.
An old Moustache Pete who’d been caught out on the street by gunmen like any dumb small-time hood
He hoped the old bastard croaked
Maybe with the old Don gone, | things would open up.
would have done the same if my wife had been as presumptuous as you
And so she had returned home, a tittle bewildered, a little frightened
She thinks she can boss me around, I don’t stand for that
but now were watching with awestruck interest
Oh, Christ, that goddamn Sonny and his temper
Not that he had taken money or clean graft, there was no rank-and-file onus to that
After all, he risks his life and that is no joke
But usually he draws the line against accepting dirty graft
He will allow call girls and prostitutes to ply their trade; for a consideration
for drugs, armed robberies, rape, murder and other assorted perversions
sheet was typed up by the precinct bagman, listing every man assigned to the local station and what his cut was each month
The black boys up there had their fun, now we have to take it back.
They screwed up the works but good, just like they usually do when they run things
I don’t want them welching on paying a winner
I’ve got peace feelers out and maybe we can settle everything by paying an indemnity for the Tattaglia kid
They lost a lot of dough the last few months and they blame us for it. With justice
This was due to racial prejudice and racial distrust more than anything else
Any profession was worthy of respect to men who for centuries earned bread by the sweat of their brows.
Never cloying in the tender of his condolences, yet never was he offhand
his wife placed a small steak before him with a few forkfuls of green spinach oozing yellow oil. He was a light eater
Pain and terror was not so final as death, as he well knew
Then he walked to the rear of the building and entered it through the wide door there. As he did so he could see mourners already entering the front door of the funeral parlor to pay their respects to the current corpse
his good name, the respected name of Amerigo Bonasera, dragged through the bloody, mud of the Mafia war
“It’s on the table,” Connie said stubbornly.
“Stick it up your ass,” Carlo said
“Clean that up right now or I’ll kick the shit out of you.”
“Like hell I will,” Connie said
both sides found themselves losing a great deal of revenue and lives to no purpose
Carlo took to drink and running with chorus girls and giving his wife Connie a hard time
“I’ll pour it on,” he told Hagen, “and then those bastards will come begging for a deal.”
the rumors had gotten to her that Lucy Mancini had bewitched her husband
They had come to hate Sonny for his bloodthirstiness, which they considered barbaric
and started dolling up to go out
She held her hands like claws ready to scratch his bare chest to ribbons.
In a little while he would drink himself into sodden sleep and she could sneak into the kitchen and call her family in Long Beach
There was no question that the violence in Sonny Corleone’s nature rose from some deep mysterious physical well
Sonny knew he could not kill the father of an unborn child, and that father his sister’s husband. Not over a domestic spat
Do me this favor and I’ll take care of you in the times to come
To reproach himself would only add to the Don’s burden
They place their lives in forfeit for what they say.
They were straight-from-the-shoulder people who could offer a gift to an ordinary patrolman but did not know how to approach a political bagman
A Bocchicchio hostage was gilt-edged insurance
The meeting would be safe as wedding.
Hagen was one of those young men and the only one who was not Sicilian. He was an object of curiosity, a freak.
one of his many virtues was punctuality
They had always showed each other professional courtesies and in their younger, leaner days had done each other little services
He was conservatively dressed, very businessman, and with a hearty goodwill to match
It was not in the realm of possibility for any Don to become “show biz” but Falcone had just a touch
It was general knowledge that these bodyguards knew karate, a fact that amused the other Dons but did not alarm them in the slightest, no more than if the California Dons had come wearing amulets blessed by the Pope.
it flouted the law too brazenly
This was a completely disarming man with the face of a jolly round peasant baker
He was even rumored to have a toehold in Wall Street
had in fact been led by the nose by that fine Turkish hand
Phillip Tattaglia was not above using strong-arm to get control of promising singers and comics and muscling in on record firms
Good help was hard to find
There were greetings, there were drinks to be served and almost another half hour went by before Don Corleone took his seat at the polished walnut table
and Michael secreted in the wastelands of Sicily
It was the Don Corleone of old. Reasonable. Pliant. Soft-spoken
Even a Sicilian sentenced to twenty years might break the omerta and talk his brains out
But he has to let us draw water from the well
They are afraid to be involved in such business and they have strong feelings about it
we can’t have everybody running around doing just what they please
As for his remarks about children, that was his well-known sensibility, his tenderheartedness speaking
but there was no question that he had regained all his former strength, and had all his wits
And so I say, | I give my honor, that I will never seek vengeance
Who is to say we should obey the laws they make for their own interest and to our hurt?
perhaps the witnesses and informants will recant their lies
It was not perhaps the warmest friendship in the world, they would not send each other Christmas gift greetings, but they would not murder each other. That was friendship enough in this world, all that was needed.
since the struggle over this facility was a constant open wound | complicated by the fact that the Chicago people had their heavy hand in it.
But Don Corleone was not without influence even in that land of barbarians and so his promise was a gift of gold.
Now | don’t take this amiss. I’m not preparing anything. I’m being prudent
Tell me about Fredo, what is really happening out there, I hear I wouldn’t recognize my own son.
Hagen accompanied Clemenza and Tessio to their cars and arranged meetings with them to thrash out the operational details
But there’s no harm in knowing any little thing that may help us before the event.
Testimony was given that linked Felix with uncles and cousins in the Bocchiochio clan who had criminal records for strong-arm, and this evidence was damning
The governor of the state would no more grant him clemency than the officials of the pound spare a mad dog
After the legal folderol, which might take a little time, Felix Bocchicchio would die in the electric chair
But he feels that you were just a young girl and Sonny should have known better
But the life in Vegas agreed with her
He also told her that as a matter of form she would be listed as owner of five “points” in the hotel in which she worked
“Oh, Tom, you don’t want me to spy on Freddie?”
He’s in fast company with Moe Greene
Lucy didn’t believe that medicine and informality mixed
You’re pretty unorthodox but you’re pretty good
Quite accidentally she learned that he was a surgeon
When they were inside he fixed them both big drinks
He was all business now, examining her
I curette ‘em like you scrape a frying pan
and watched his friend Dr. Frederick Kellner perform the specialty
Jules laughed. “You’re a true Pygmalion, Doctor. Really, you were marvelous.”
I gamble every day, I don’t need your roulette wheels and crap tables. I knock heads with fate too often as it is.
Jules knew it was not meant as a reproach but as a warning. Yet it took the heart out of him anyway
The voice had an ugly timbre to it, he could never be called the sweet crooner anymore
He’s a sharp dresser
Truth telling and medicine just didn’t go together except in dire emergencies, if then.
Tucker, that incompetent sartorial son of a bitch of a Hollywood phony
I can give you the name of a top specialist in America and we can have him out here on the plane tonight, with your money that is,
“Attaboy, Doc, that’s telling him.”
Do you always get looped before noontime?
The Mafia chief was an extremely portly man, a “man with a belly,”
The bones had knitted badly, throwing his profile askew, giving him the appearance of depravity when viewed from that side. He had always been vain about his looks and this upset him more than he thought possible
The pain that came and went he didn’t mind at all
One of them was a plain simple fellow, almost moronic, | silent as the dead and with a face as impassive as an Indian
and had just had time enough to get himself tattooed before his ship was sunk and he was captured by the British
And yet he had found it a land of gushing plenty, carpeted with flowers scented by lemon blossoms
It was a most beautiful morning.
and undergo a major procedure called maxillo-facial surgery where the bone would be broken again. That was enough for Michael. He refused.
She had a crown of ringleted hair as purple-black as the grapes
The old bastard mentioned he has two sons, big tough lads that he has only to whistle up
The cold look, Michael’s rigid white face, his anger that came off him like cold smoke off ice
something told him that his daughter’s beauty would make her fortune and her family secure. And it was just as well.
Well, then, marriage it will have to be
they sat in the room that might possibly have been a living room or just as easily the formal dining room
Don’t think we’re so of no account to welcome strangers into our house so easily
I’m not a nosy man. Let’s see if it’s necessary first. Right now you’re welcome in my house as a friend of Don Tommasino
He wanted to own her as wildly as a miser wants to own gold coins,
This young man would be putty in their daughter’s hands until they were married
And so it came about that they drove back to the villa outside Corleone with the mother-in-law in the car
But the older woman immediately put her head together with the servants of Dr. Taza
She taught doctors a few things when they tried to interfere in a difficult birth
And Michael thought, no wonder nobody wanted to tell him the story. Some story. Some Luca.
I’m having my own troubles with the young Turks in Palermo
Also, Michael was not to tell Dr. Taza about the move, since the doctor planned to spend the evening in Palermo and might blab
Filomena brought him his coffee and shyly bid him a good bye
‘I’ll remember you to my father,” Michael said and she nodded.
The kitchen door shattered into fragments and Michael was hurled along the wall of the villa for a good ten feet
Michael, without knowing he did so, smiled
But it was to be another month before Michael recovered from his injuries
Then he was flown from Palermo to Rome and from Rome to New York. In all that time no trace had been found of Fabrizzio.
“Then I came home tonight and saw you in the kitchen and I was glad. Is that what you mean by love?”
“That’s close enough for me,” Kay said.
“I suppose you could wind up in jail someday.”
“No, that’s not possible,” Michael said. “Killed, yes; jail, no.”
Kay laughed at this confidence, it was a laugh that had a funny mixture of pride with its amusement. “But how can you say that?” she said. “Really.”
“Come on, be serious, I asked you a question.” Michael held the handkerchief in his hand.
“OK,” he said, “this one time. You are the only person I felt any affection for”
“What happened to make you change?”
Michael said, “’This is really getting us no place”
She had lived like a spinster for almost two years, reading and teaching, refusing dates, refusing to go out at all
remembering all the times she and Michael had used hotel rooms to make love, gave her a feeling of desolation. It was that more than anything else that gave her the idea of calling Michael’s mother out in Long Beach.
Italians who didn’t have the common courtesy to keep up a decent show of friendship even if a love affair was over
It didn’t matter really, Michael obviously didn’t want anything to do with her anymore
His profile, the left one, was exposed to her view. It was cracked, indented, like the plastic face of a doll that a child has wantonly kicked
He seemed impassive, and then he smiled ever so slightly, the broken half of his face halting the widening of his mouth
“I couldn’t write you or anything,” Michael said. “You have to understand that before anything else.”
You might be a very young widow, there’s a chance, not much of one, but it could happen
You’ll be my wife but you won’t be my partner in life, as I think they say. Not an equal partner. That can’t be.
You’re telling me you’re a gangster, isn’t that it?
I hear your father is a real tough guy in his own way. Listen to his advice.
“There’s the best reason for not marrying me,” he said. “How would that be having a guy around who always has to blow his nose?”
Now what do I want you for? Well, because I want you and I want a family. I want kids; it’s time.
Anyway I don’t want that to happen to our kids. I want them to be influenced by you. I want them to grow up to be All-American kids, real All-American, the whole works
and they had fathers and grandfathers who were lucky they didn’t get hanged
How could society ever function, we’d be back in the times of the cavemen. Mike, you don’t believe what you’re saying, do you?”
Governments really don’t do much for their people, that’s what it comes down to, but that’s not it really
“Thanks for that check you sent me as a consultant. It was excessive. I didn’t do that much.”
“Like hell you didn’t...”
“No,” he said. “I mean committed. You know, the crazy house.”
“Don’t be funny,” Johnny said.
“I’m not joking,” Jules said.
“I warned you,” Jules said.
“You didn’t warn me right,” Johnny said with cold anger. “You are really one hell of a doctor…”
“Let’s get rid of those two broads. Send them home.” Nino said,
“You send them home. They’re nice kids…”
Johnny, where the hell did you get your rep as a swinger? You’re a deadhead, Johnny. Christ, the tourists in this town have more fun than you do.
She resembled nothing so much as a female animal in heat, but it was a deliberate act. Johnny Fontane thought, oh, Christ, one of them
Yeah, this medical school carryall is a real drag. Scares the hell out of people. They should change the color anyway
You mean in one of those joints where they dry you out?
Until that is cured there’s no hope for him. That’s why I say
But before he could turn on the charm he remembered she was the doc’s girl. So it was out.
“What are you doing coming to Nino’s apartment at night, eh?”
Otherwise old Nino’s liver will shortly be exhibit A in some university medical lab.
you don’t bother to use a nice word like sanitorium. You really like to stick it to people, right?
Like those doctors you guys have in Hollywood. Where do you get those people from anyway?
Show biz, docs, you gotta have heart? Right? But they don’t give a fuck if you live or die
“How about it, Johnny, are you going to get Nino committed?”
I’ve got the good hands, as ballplayers say. But I was so good I scared myself silly
Jules said musingly, “He didn’t trust anybody. He warned me to keep track of what everybody did”
What kid wouldn’t rather go riding horses on a ranch than hang around with a grouchy father who picked his own spots as a father
She saw him taking an extra large drink. “What are you cheering yourself up for?”
I never dreamed you had it in you to be such a good businessman.
I’m a singer. I love to sing. What’s being old got to do with that?
it was one of the few times he was angry with her. The hell with it, he’d just tear loose for the weekend and get all the poison out of his system.
He started off fresh on an old ballad that was his favorite
“Now I know why Mother goes to all your movies,” she said. It was the wrong thing to say at any time except this
And the technical part of his singing was far superior to anything he had ever done. It was nothing less than masterful
Johnny was hurt that Nino should be so downbeat
The girl was a little disappointed. But what the hell, you couldn’t do everything all in one day, Johnny thought.
Easy, easy, just pouring out. Johnny realized that the bad time was over, he had it all now. And it didn’t matter a damn if he fell on his face with movies
Lucy said gently, “Mike, don’t get sore.” Michael smiled at her.
“I’m not sore.” He turned to Jules. “That was a dumb thing for you to say.“
Michael turned to Neri and said, “Did you make him good?” Neri tapped his forehead. “I got Moe Greene mugged and numbered up here.”
Freddie was on his father’s shit list and Freddie naturally blamed the Consigliere for not straightening things out
We hope your friends in movies do the same. You’ve done them a lot of favors, now you can call them in.
Hell, how many surgeons as good as you can they get to come out to this desert? Or any half as good? We’ll be doing the hospital a favor.
No strings. I just owe you and I want to even out
Nino was always a real good guy. I never knew him to do anything lousy, say anything to put anybody down
He still had murderous tantrums and was feared by everyone in the hotel, not excluding Freddie, Lucy and Jules Segal
What’s this I hear the Corleone Family is going to buy me out?
With your casino losing money we’re doing you a favor.
You’re getting chased out of New York by the other Families and you think you can find easier pickings here
I’ll give you some advice, Mike, don’t try.
Don’t insult people who are trying to help you. You’d do better to use your energy to find out why the casino is losing money.
I offer a helping hand. Well, if you prefer to spit on that helping hand, | that’s your business. | I can’t say any more.
Or at least they might have been allowed to split off and form their own Family. Then, too, ever since Don Corleone had made the peace with the Five Families, the strength of the Corleone Family had declined
“I think maybe it would be wise to teach them a little lesson in manners.” Michael shook his head. “No. No good. Just stay still”
By the way, I told Michael that Lampone’s secret regime would not escape your eye. So that shows I have faith in you.” Michael laughed. “I honestly didn’t think you’d pick that up, Tom.”
Carlo really liked Michael, Connie always said. But then, everybody liked Michael, just as everybody liked her father. Michael was the Don all over again
I don’t think you should, Kay. I don’t think it will do any good
I feel sorry for her. Carlo straightened out, but he’s really the wrong kind of husband. It’s just one of those things.
She loved him because he was always fair. An odd thing. But he always was fair to everybody around him
Carlo had become a different man since moving into the mall. He knew his place in the Family and kept to it
There was something that Kay didn’t understand in all this, something that didn’t quite meet the eye
Everybody in the Family was delighted, but Connie more so than anyone
She always met her husband when he arrived from out of town, mostly because she felt lonely without him, living as she did in the fortified mall
allied as they were to the Tattaglias, they now held the position the Corleone Family had once held
Clemenza had hoped to be glven permission to form his own Family, to have his own empire split away from the Corleone. But the Don had indicated that this was not to be and Clemenza respected the Don too much to disobey
Hagen had been Michael’s teacher for the last two years and was amazed at how quickly Michael grasped all the intricacies of the Family business. Truly his father’s son.
Carlo leaned back, his face flushed with gratification. His time was coming, he would move in the constellations of power
Nobody goes to him with any other business as of now, this minute.
How can you hope for success there without your strength here to back you up? The two go hand in hand
And besides, if Michael is the new chief of the Corleone Family, what’s to stop him from taking any action he sees fit?
Carlo Rizzi lingered hoping that the time had come when he finally would be treated as one of the family, but he quickly saw that Michael was not of that mind
In the library the three men had relaxed as only people can who have lived years together in the same house
You’ll be my number one man in Vegas. We’ll be legitimate all the way and you’re the legal man
If the Don had told him the same thing, he would have accepted it humbly. But where the hell did Mike come off making such a snap judgment?
and if he tears you limb from limb, the other Families won’t come rushing to help the Corleones.
Revenge is a dish that tastes best when it is cold
So it’s to no purpose to wait any longer
So be it. Maybe that’s why I retired, maybe that’s why I’ve turned everything over to you.
And there are some duties the best of men can’t assume
Johnny Fontane had made his childhood friend, Nino Valenti, a movie star and what more could a friend do?
Michael Corleone had taken precautions against every eventuality
and the boy was enveloped by a yellow shield of blinding light. But the Don was not to be tricked, he was too old a hand.
Outside the gates of the mall were the newspapermen and photographers and a small truck that was known to contain FBI men with their movie cameras recording this epic
They would be doctors, artists, scientists. Governors. Presidents. Anything at all
In a month I won’t have a place to hang my hat in all Brooklyn.
Give me a few weeks to straighten things out, to see which way the wind is going to blow
I never figured Tessio. He’s the best of the lot.
Michael showed Hagen just how careful he could
“Maybe we have another Luca Brasi here.” Clemenza nodded his head vigorously.
“My thinking exactly“
“If I need help, I’ll get in touch,” Neri said.
“Good, good,” Michael said.
“Well now you’ve got your Luca.” Michael nodded. He had brought it off. Albert Neri was his man to the death
His partner remained in the driver’s seat, not wanting to get involved, knowing Neri
This son, Thomas, without a father’s hand, was giving trouble
“Hey, Ma, how about cooking me something to eat?”
“Ah, fuck | you and your nagging, I’ll go out and eat.” As soon as he said it he regretted it.
This particular Sunday he had just been careless. To his misfortune.
He told the two women to wait and made Tommy go down the street and get into his car. There he put the fear of God into him.
Several of his buddy officers had already assured him they would speak to friends
Many young men started down a false path to their true destiny. Time and fortune usually set them aright
It was Pete Clemenza, with his fine nose for good personnel, who brought the Neri affair to Tom Hagen’s attention
Albert Neri was no fool and his father-in-law no shrinking violet
Listen, I would never have stepped into the picture if I hadn’t checked everything out and saw what a raw deal you got
Don Corleone was at his most amiable and was delighted when he discovered that Neri’s parents had originally come from a small village only a few minutes from his own
Clemenza sang his praises. Neri was a wonder, the new Luca Brasi
Neri worked with a will. He had found his place in the world
check on the gate. Well, what the hell, he’s the boss.
“Nothing will go wrong,” Hagen said. “If I didn’t tumble, then nobody did. You set it up real good.”
He spent the fifteen minutes checking himself in the mirror. There was no question. He looked like a real cop.
You better check with your precinct. Just give me the ticket if it’ll make you feel happy.
“Get the hell out of here,” Neri said, “or I’ll drag you out of that car and break your ass.”
“Tom, can you get me off the hook? | For old times’ sake?”
It was too bad that so intelligent a man had made such a fatal error in judgment | so late in life.
did Barzini kid you that would fool a Corleone?
But don’t keep saying you’re innocent, don’t insult my intelligence and make me angry. Who approached you, Tattaglia or Barzini?
She had worked herself into hysteria again
Time helped heal the old wounds. Connie Corleone was reconciled to her brother Michael
To her surprise, Kay came to love living in Nevada
“If you’re such a strict Catholic, how come you let the kids duck going to church so much?”
Mama Corleone, dressed in her widow black, was already sitting in it, waiting for her. It had become a set routine, early Mass, every morning, together.
But just for the sake of argument let’s assume that it’s true. I’m not saying it is, remember.
Wow, it seems you’ve made it to the end of this new-vocabulary-grammar-intensive article… But did you actually work through all the findings? No shirking? Sweet! That’s what I call being persistent at mastering English!
Вы дочитали и проработали статью до конца? Так держать!
Если Вы дочитали до конца эту статью, то я уверен, что Вы узнали много нового про английский язык (при условии, что Вы действительно проработали предложения выше).
Проработать так много материала это совсем не шутки, а вполне серьёзный подход к делу.
Теперь же дело за малым: эффективно всё перенести в речевой актив и начать всласть применять новые знания на практике (пункт 3 и 4, соответсвенно).
Спасибо за то, что уделили время.
Удачи в Вашем языковом путешествии!
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With that, thanks for taking your time accepting the challenge, reading and working through the article.
Until next time!