Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merely a marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.

Rome, believe me, my friend, is like its own Monte Testaceo, Merely a marvellous mass of broken and castaway wine-pots.

相信我，我的朋友，罗马就像它自己的泰斯塔科山，只不过是一大堆破碎的、被丢弃的酒壶。

-- Arthur Hugh Clough 克拉夫