Givola is one of Arturo Ui’s gang. He handles all the propaganda and
START: And so I, Dogsborough, bequeath my bar to good working Givola. My country house to the brave, though somewhat hot-headed Giri. And I bequeath my son to honest Roma.
END: This old codger’s their white raven. I guess they couldn’t find a whiter one. And by the way, boss, Giri for my taste is too much with them. I don’t like it.
Brecht, Bertolt. The Resistible Rise of Arturo Ui. Methuen Publishing, 2002, p.65.
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