Quote by Samuel Johnson

A man who has not been in Italy, is always conscious of an inferiority.

A man who has not been in Italy, is always conscious of an i

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This quote essentially means that someone who has never been to Italy feels a sense of lacking or inadequacy compared to those who have experienced the country firsthand. It suggests that visiting Italy holds a certain level of prestige or cultural appreciation that cannot be fully understood or replicated without personal immersion in its rich history, art, and culture. It implies that the experience of being in Italy is unique and enriching, leaving a lasting impression on those who have had the opportunity to visit.

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