why does it have to be MY generation that's all fuckered up?

And though the standard fare at the mountain osterias known as rifugios largely remains slabs of speck and strong local cheese, there are exceptions — most notably Col Alt, a rifugio above Corvara accessible only by ski lift, where meat dishes take the form of succulent venison or rabbit, and bottles of aged Barolo offer a noble complement to the soaring mountain vistas.

The whole shew lasted near 8 hours, to my great sorrow, who was heartily tir’d, thô I was in the House of the Widow of the Capitan Bassa (Admiral), who refresh’d me with Coffée, Sweetmeats, Sherbet, etc., with all possible Civillity.

As she was sometimes obliged to be alone, or only with her French waiting-maid, she sent to the metropolis for all the new publications […].