I want to protect my Italian, which I hold in my arms like a newborn. I want to coddle it. It has to sleep, eat, grow. Compared with Italian, my English is like a hairy, smelly teenager. Go away, I want to say to it. Don't bother your little brother, he's sleeping. He's not a creature who can run around and play. He's not a carefree, strong, independent kid like you.