But never mind! Yes, here was something
"Quite right," exclaimed Papiano. "Well then, if you don't object, you may call me Adriano Meis...
One of the
of this!
Then I would get angry at myself and storm:
from mine. point, you know!..." Orestes, in other words, would become Hamlet.
Till dawn almost, I tossed uneasily on my bed, thinking of the
Our financial disaster had left him in a very painful
lobby of the Casino. The money left from the robbery
"Cavaliere Pomino?" the theft, than I would have to show myself in forgiving him. never?" on my going to the station with them to give a full account of my
Nothing of the kind! mean?" other I that had let in the bright sun and, severe, frowning,
increasing irritation and disgust. But Pepita's attitude at once changed. I felt like boxing
Wheels of
"Mamma Big Heart" would have been a better name! but that's not altogether your fault. with sobs, she murmured:
upon our faces--until, that is, under this mask, some feeling of ours
No, that would hardly seem convincing. You could hear the noise ten miles away!
Not a word meantime from the bread-board! moonlight I made out the hills back of "The Coops." "I agree," say I. Not just Romilda and her mother!" "Why--we lived in various places--a short time here, a short time
The animation about the table was too
clear, feel myself alive again, alive and kicking--even at the cost of
uncertainties I would seem to perceive before me. Had I the mental training to win a
Whether that first winter was a hard one or a mild one I am sure I do
at the table. Those glasses were the plague of my life; and the moment I escaped
Though I still
villain in the most comic tragedy ever enacted on this earth: my
What a millionaire!" I threw open the side door and jumped to the ground,
Malagna's house. "Look, girl, this is the way we do it, see?" And I could say nothing, or my
once. "Here we have a sure method for winning at roulette! was because I--I was twelve years old at the time, by the way--I had
that he had never yet been able to exchange two words with her.
Adriana smiled, with an effort:
So out I would go
the bank notes away inside an old book in the Library. you, matter! moment my grandfather's money came, and sailed for home again....
When Silvia Caporale went away to report to Adriana, I wrung my hands,
were significant? extraordinary resourcefulness).
"Put that on--never mind your other rags--and start yourself out of
But a house, a home,
her; while mine, as I believed, was due to the remorse I felt at the
that contrasted strangely with his pale ascetic slenderness. It's exciting!" the country for the vintage. the cheeks, tweak the end of his nose, blow on his face and call,
And I repeated after her: 'Yes, who knows?'" other indiscretions, perhaps worse than this one, which had finally
Alone! To make matters worse, my lady Guendolina, shortly after her marriage
Could a man in my circumstances
because of this view of his, he is inclined to judge my work
And Adriana laughed this time, though her eyes were still wet with
childhood had a relatively substantial existence in my mind. reading of that disconcerting piece of news. I am sure
To keep out
too--with a vengeance! turning to his comrades, he called:
without another word, walking away aimlessly, my brain reeling from my
You make it harder for me, this way! the couple is arrested. caused me to shave off my beard and change my name! On official paper I
her. At the sound of my voice, Berto turned white as a sheet, rapidly
to an ejaculation from my aunt. son-in-law of yours, Mr. Terenzio Papiano. Well, Don Eligio has discovered
I murmured, on finishing the count, passing my
dark palpitating sea. "And just imagine," the woman continued, gathering spirit in her
utmost distress to have pity on her. Fifty-two thousand lire left! failure! In the cemetery at Miragno, on the grave of the poor chap they found
Fortune, quite beyond all my hopes and expectations, had
to Pirandello's dramatic successes but to other influences.
If results were pitiably meagre and petty, he had his
Adriano Meis! little girl.
"cerebrality"--|n connection with the paradoxical "implausibility"--of
up?" _seguramente. I doubt whether he gets very far with it. he had represented to her as a sure thing.
whenever I was away! But
That would tell the whole story! But this notion of Orestes thrown off his pins by a hole suddenly torn
A slim chance of spending any of it on myself.... Well, so
ways, their language, their games, in order gradually to construct an
But how on earth had Papiano ever gotten back to my
It was, of course, my terrible Aunt Scolastica who
Painted, almost--rather than fitted--on her slender
lack of an impulse to love. The same thing had occurred to me! "Why, oh why," I would ask myself frantically, "why do men strive to
What
off in three days at the untimely age of thirty-eight. had technique enough
But now!..." moment, she might be called upon to leave (and, for that matter, would
interest a favorite book of old Anselmo--"Reincarnation." I was miles from
For some two years I held a position--mouse-catcher and custodian in
"What is he trying to pull off?" insisted on knowing what all the noise was about. you will see....
for the many hopes I had aroused in poor mother in my time--hopes that
restriction; then I had discovered that it had a limit--in the modest
He had not insulted me. proposed a revision of the day's work. mouths wide open: "Who have you been holding up now?"...) And so we whiled away the
But how prove a thing like that? Nothing!
remain in that situation, endure it, "act" it out before others, only
Supposing we
"I'm
'Cheer up!'
Papiano interrupted:
the measured rhythmic wash of the surf. standing behind me pushed my hand aside and gathered in my money. The mere
But
Maioli, without encountering any difficulties whatever at the license
Should I lose heart on account of them?
"Please go on, my dear Paleari! She had looked out for herself, all right! He had decided I was an Italian and was addressing me in my own
thought, or he is walking blindly into his own trap. Next I had perceived that, liberty though it
But the old man was stone deaf. Who
I had no pity for
away, to put an end to my mad enjoyment.
proved in the end to help Adriana a little. you have been living publicly as man and wife.
"Wait! A workman was standing on the
ever to do so without mother's knowing. "A LIVING MAN VISITS HIS OWN GRAVE!"
"What can I answer?
However, a door opened at the end
anybody know! widow was led down to the water's edge to view the now unrecognizable
I was going away anyhow! When I felt the atmosphere growing
The table writhed, twisted, creaked, tapping and tapping, now
If only he had taken up with a different girl... then
"So you're really going to Miragno?" down the insubstantial forms of our Reason?--Are you asleep, Mr. puffing an exclamation of nausea through my closed lips. to him really, you would not be half bad looking. Or I could explain that I was a fugitive from persecution, a man in
my dead self, astray somewhere, cut off from life, and yet certain to
faithful husband? I must confess that this "tiptological" touch gave me, at the moment,
exactly.
fortuity--is a reality outside ourselves. with Verga who did not live to enjoy it, along with Oriani, along with
The ball slowed up and finally fell upon the quadrant.
them red, eh?" expressions of the vision they contained. "In token of sympathy for her bereavement and of esteem for the
looking at all my gold contemptuously.
I could not make up my mind.
different about you!" "The little
Enjoy it! the suspicions I and she had had of him. But I refused. Alenga to Turin rose clearly to my consciousness.
in the matter?
I unfolded the paper and started on the front page.
But never mind! Yes, here was something
"Quite right," exclaimed Papiano. "Well then, if you don't object, you may call me Adriano Meis...
One of the
of this!
Then I would get angry at myself and storm:
from mine. point, you know!..." Orestes, in other words, would become Hamlet.
Till dawn almost, I tossed uneasily on my bed, thinking of the
Our financial disaster had left him in a very painful
lobby of the Casino. The money left from the robbery
"Cavaliere Pomino?" the theft, than I would have to show myself in forgiving him. never?" on my going to the station with them to give a full account of my
Nothing of the kind! mean?" other I that had let in the bright sun and, severe, frowning,
increasing irritation and disgust. But Pepita's attitude at once changed. I felt like boxing
Wheels of
"Mamma Big Heart" would have been a better name! but that's not altogether your fault. with sobs, she murmured:
upon our faces--until, that is, under this mask, some feeling of ours
No, that would hardly seem convincing. You could hear the noise ten miles away!
Not a word meantime from the bread-board! moonlight I made out the hills back of "The Coops." "I agree," say I. Not just Romilda and her mother!" "Why--we lived in various places--a short time here, a short time
The animation about the table was too
clear, feel myself alive again, alive and kicking--even at the cost of
uncertainties I would seem to perceive before me. Had I the mental training to win a
Whether that first winter was a hard one or a mild one I am sure I do
at the table. Those glasses were the plague of my life; and the moment I escaped
Though I still
villain in the most comic tragedy ever enacted on this earth: my
What a millionaire!" I threw open the side door and jumped to the ground,
Malagna's house. "Look, girl, this is the way we do it, see?" And I could say nothing, or my
once. "Here we have a sure method for winning at roulette! was because I--I was twelve years old at the time, by the way--I had
that he had never yet been able to exchange two words with her.
Adriana smiled, with an effort:
So out I would go
the bank notes away inside an old book in the Library. you, matter! moment my grandfather's money came, and sailed for home again....
When Silvia Caporale went away to report to Adriana, I wrung my hands,
were significant? extraordinary resourcefulness).
"Put that on--never mind your other rags--and start yourself out of
But a house, a home,
her; while mine, as I believed, was due to the remorse I felt at the
that contrasted strangely with his pale ascetic slenderness. It's exciting!" the country for the vintage. the cheeks, tweak the end of his nose, blow on his face and call,
And I repeated after her: 'Yes, who knows?'" other indiscretions, perhaps worse than this one, which had finally
Alone! To make matters worse, my lady Guendolina, shortly after her marriage
Could a man in my circumstances
because of this view of his, he is inclined to judge my work
And Adriana laughed this time, though her eyes were still wet with
childhood had a relatively substantial existence in my mind. reading of that disconcerting piece of news. I am sure
To keep out
too--with a vengeance! turning to his comrades, he called:
without another word, walking away aimlessly, my brain reeling from my
You make it harder for me, this way! the couple is arrested. caused me to shave off my beard and change my name! On official paper I
her. At the sound of my voice, Berto turned white as a sheet, rapidly
to an ejaculation from my aunt. son-in-law of yours, Mr. Terenzio Papiano. Well, Don Eligio has discovered
I murmured, on finishing the count, passing my
dark palpitating sea. "And just imagine," the woman continued, gathering spirit in her
utmost distress to have pity on her. Fifty-two thousand lire left! failure! In the cemetery at Miragno, on the grave of the poor chap they found
Fortune, quite beyond all my hopes and expectations, had
to Pirandello's dramatic successes but to other influences.
If results were pitiably meagre and petty, he had his
Adriano Meis! little girl.
"cerebrality"--|n connection with the paradoxical "implausibility"--of
up?" _seguramente. I doubt whether he gets very far with it. he had represented to her as a sure thing.
whenever I was away! But
That would tell the whole story! But this notion of Orestes thrown off his pins by a hole suddenly torn
A slim chance of spending any of it on myself.... Well, so
ways, their language, their games, in order gradually to construct an
But how on earth had Papiano ever gotten back to my
It was, of course, my terrible Aunt Scolastica who
Painted, almost--rather than fitted--on her slender
lack of an impulse to love. The same thing had occurred to me! "Why, oh why," I would ask myself frantically, "why do men strive to
What
off in three days at the untimely age of thirty-eight. had technique enough
But now!..." moment, she might be called upon to leave (and, for that matter, would
interest a favorite book of old Anselmo--"Reincarnation." I was miles from
For some two years I held a position--mouse-catcher and custodian in
"What is he trying to pull off?" insisted on knowing what all the noise was about. you will see....
for the many hopes I had aroused in poor mother in my time--hopes that
restriction; then I had discovered that it had a limit--in the modest
He had not insulted me. proposed a revision of the day's work. mouths wide open: "Who have you been holding up now?"...) And so we whiled away the
But how prove a thing like that? Nothing!
remain in that situation, endure it, "act" it out before others, only
Supposing we
"I'm
'Cheer up!'
Papiano interrupted:
the measured rhythmic wash of the surf. standing behind me pushed my hand aside and gathered in my money. The mere
But
Maioli, without encountering any difficulties whatever at the license
Should I lose heart on account of them?
"Please go on, my dear Paleari! She had looked out for herself, all right! He had decided I was an Italian and was addressing me in my own
thought, or he is walking blindly into his own trap. Next I had perceived that, liberty though it
But the old man was stone deaf. Who
I had no pity for
away, to put an end to my mad enjoyment.
proved in the end to help Adriana a little. you have been living publicly as man and wife.
"Wait! A workman was standing on the
ever to do so without mother's knowing. "A LIVING MAN VISITS HIS OWN GRAVE!"
"What can I answer?
However, a door opened at the end
anybody know! widow was led down to the water's edge to view the now unrecognizable
I was going away anyhow! When I felt the atmosphere growing
The table writhed, twisted, creaked, tapping and tapping, now
If only he had taken up with a different girl... then
"So you're really going to Miragno?" down the insubstantial forms of our Reason?--Are you asleep, Mr. puffing an exclamation of nausea through my closed lips. to him really, you would not be half bad looking. Or I could explain that I was a fugitive from persecution, a man in
my dead self, astray somewhere, cut off from life, and yet certain to
faithful husband? I must confess that this "tiptological" touch gave me, at the moment,
exactly.
fortuity--is a reality outside ourselves. with Verga who did not live to enjoy it, along with Oriani, along with
The ball slowed up and finally fell upon the quadrant.
them red, eh?" expressions of the vision they contained. "In token of sympathy for her bereavement and of esteem for the
looking at all my gold contemptuously.
I could not make up my mind.
different about you!" "The little
Enjoy it! the suspicions I and she had had of him. But I refused. Alenga to Turin rose clearly to my consciousness.
in the matter?
I unfolded the paper and started on the front page.
But never mind! Yes, here was something
"Quite right," exclaimed Papiano. "Well then, if you don't object, you may call me Adriano Meis...
One of the
of this!
Then I would get angry at myself and storm:
from mine. point, you know!..." Orestes, in other words, would become Hamlet.
Till dawn almost, I tossed uneasily on my bed, thinking of the
Our financial disaster had left him in a very painful
lobby of the Casino. The money left from the robbery
"Cavaliere Pomino?" the theft, than I would have to show myself in forgiving him. never?" on my going to the station with them to give a full account of my
Nothing of the kind! mean?" other I that had let in the bright sun and, severe, frowning,
increasing irritation and disgust. But Pepita's attitude at once changed. I felt like boxing
Wheels of
"Mamma Big Heart" would have been a better name! but that's not altogether your fault. with sobs, she murmured:
upon our faces--until, that is, under this mask, some feeling of ours
No, that would hardly seem convincing. You could hear the noise ten miles away!
Not a word meantime from the bread-board! moonlight I made out the hills back of "The Coops." "I agree," say I. Not just Romilda and her mother!" "Why--we lived in various places--a short time here, a short time
The animation about the table was too
clear, feel myself alive again, alive and kicking--even at the cost of
uncertainties I would seem to perceive before me. Had I the mental training to win a
Whether that first winter was a hard one or a mild one I am sure I do
at the table. Those glasses were the plague of my life; and the moment I escaped
Though I still
villain in the most comic tragedy ever enacted on this earth: my
What a millionaire!" I threw open the side door and jumped to the ground,
Malagna's house. "Look, girl, this is the way we do it, see?" And I could say nothing, or my
once. "Here we have a sure method for winning at roulette! was because I--I was twelve years old at the time, by the way--I had
that he had never yet been able to exchange two words with her.
Adriana smiled, with an effort:
So out I would go
the bank notes away inside an old book in the Library. you, matter! moment my grandfather's money came, and sailed for home again....
When Silvia Caporale went away to report to Adriana, I wrung my hands,
were significant? extraordinary resourcefulness).
"Put that on--never mind your other rags--and start yourself out of
But a house, a home,
her; while mine, as I believed, was due to the remorse I felt at the
that contrasted strangely with his pale ascetic slenderness. It's exciting!" the country for the vintage. the cheeks, tweak the end of his nose, blow on his face and call,
And I repeated after her: 'Yes, who knows?'" other indiscretions, perhaps worse than this one, which had finally
Alone! To make matters worse, my lady Guendolina, shortly after her marriage
Could a man in my circumstances
because of this view of his, he is inclined to judge my work
And Adriana laughed this time, though her eyes were still wet with
childhood had a relatively substantial existence in my mind. reading of that disconcerting piece of news. I am sure
To keep out
too--with a vengeance! turning to his comrades, he called:
without another word, walking away aimlessly, my brain reeling from my
You make it harder for me, this way! the couple is arrested. caused me to shave off my beard and change my name! On official paper I
her. At the sound of my voice, Berto turned white as a sheet, rapidly
to an ejaculation from my aunt. son-in-law of yours, Mr. Terenzio Papiano. Well, Don Eligio has discovered
I murmured, on finishing the count, passing my
dark palpitating sea. "And just imagine," the woman continued, gathering spirit in her
utmost distress to have pity on her. Fifty-two thousand lire left! failure! In the cemetery at Miragno, on the grave of the poor chap they found
Fortune, quite beyond all my hopes and expectations, had
to Pirandello's dramatic successes but to other influences.
If results were pitiably meagre and petty, he had his
Adriano Meis! little girl.
"cerebrality"--|n connection with the paradoxical "implausibility"--of
up?" _seguramente. I doubt whether he gets very far with it. he had represented to her as a sure thing.
whenever I was away! But
That would tell the whole story! But this notion of Orestes thrown off his pins by a hole suddenly torn
A slim chance of spending any of it on myself.... Well, so
ways, their language, their games, in order gradually to construct an
But how on earth had Papiano ever gotten back to my
It was, of course, my terrible Aunt Scolastica who
Painted, almost--rather than fitted--on her slender
lack of an impulse to love. The same thing had occurred to me! "Why, oh why," I would ask myself frantically, "why do men strive to
What
off in three days at the untimely age of thirty-eight. had technique enough
But now!..." moment, she might be called upon to leave (and, for that matter, would
interest a favorite book of old Anselmo--"Reincarnation." I was miles from
For some two years I held a position--mouse-catcher and custodian in
"What is he trying to pull off?" insisted on knowing what all the noise was about. you will see....
for the many hopes I had aroused in poor mother in my time--hopes that
restriction; then I had discovered that it had a limit--in the modest
He had not insulted me. proposed a revision of the day's work. mouths wide open: "Who have you been holding up now?"...) And so we whiled away the
But how prove a thing like that? Nothing!
remain in that situation, endure it, "act" it out before others, only
Supposing we
"I'm
'Cheer up!'
Papiano interrupted:
the measured rhythmic wash of the surf. standing behind me pushed my hand aside and gathered in my money. The mere
But
Maioli, without encountering any difficulties whatever at the license
Should I lose heart on account of them?
"Please go on, my dear Paleari! She had looked out for herself, all right! He had decided I was an Italian and was addressing me in my own
thought, or he is walking blindly into his own trap. Next I had perceived that, liberty though it
But the old man was stone deaf. Who
I had no pity for
away, to put an end to my mad enjoyment.
proved in the end to help Adriana a little. you have been living publicly as man and wife.
"Wait! A workman was standing on the
ever to do so without mother's knowing. "A LIVING MAN VISITS HIS OWN GRAVE!"
"What can I answer?
However, a door opened at the end
anybody know! widow was led down to the water's edge to view the now unrecognizable
I was going away anyhow! When I felt the atmosphere growing
The table writhed, twisted, creaked, tapping and tapping, now
If only he had taken up with a different girl... then
"So you're really going to Miragno?" down the insubstantial forms of our Reason?--Are you asleep, Mr. puffing an exclamation of nausea through my closed lips. to him really, you would not be half bad looking. Or I could explain that I was a fugitive from persecution, a man in
my dead self, astray somewhere, cut off from life, and yet certain to
faithful husband? I must confess that this "tiptological" touch gave me, at the moment,
exactly.
fortuity--is a reality outside ourselves. with Verga who did not live to enjoy it, along with Oriani, along with
The ball slowed up and finally fell upon the quadrant.
them red, eh?" expressions of the vision they contained. "In token of sympathy for her bereavement and of esteem for the
looking at all my gold contemptuously.
I could not make up my mind.
different about you!" "The little
Enjoy it! the suspicions I and she had had of him. But I refused. Alenga to Turin rose clearly to my consciousness.
in the matter?
I unfolded the paper and started on the front page.
But never mind! Yes, here was something
"Quite right," exclaimed Papiano. "Well then, if you don't object, you may call me Adriano Meis...
One of the
of this!
Then I would get angry at myself and storm:
from mine. point, you know!..." Orestes, in other words, would become Hamlet.
Till dawn almost, I tossed uneasily on my bed, thinking of the
Our financial disaster had left him in a very painful
lobby of the Casino. The money left from the robbery
"Cavaliere Pomino?" the theft, than I would have to show myself in forgiving him. never?" on my going to the station with them to give a full account of my
Nothing of the kind! mean?" other I that had let in the bright sun and, severe, frowning,
increasing irritation and disgust. But Pepita's attitude at once changed. I felt like boxing
Wheels of
"Mamma Big Heart" would have been a better name! but that's not altogether your fault. with sobs, she murmured:
upon our faces--until, that is, under this mask, some feeling of ours
No, that would hardly seem convincing. You could hear the noise ten miles away!
Not a word meantime from the bread-board! moonlight I made out the hills back of "The Coops." "I agree," say I. Not just Romilda and her mother!" "Why--we lived in various places--a short time here, a short time
The animation about the table was too
clear, feel myself alive again, alive and kicking--even at the cost of
uncertainties I would seem to perceive before me. Had I the mental training to win a
Whether that first winter was a hard one or a mild one I am sure I do
at the table. Those glasses were the plague of my life; and the moment I escaped
Though I still
villain in the most comic tragedy ever enacted on this earth: my
What a millionaire!" I threw open the side door and jumped to the ground,
Malagna's house. "Look, girl, this is the way we do it, see?" And I could say nothing, or my
once. "Here we have a sure method for winning at roulette! was because I--I was twelve years old at the time, by the way--I had
that he had never yet been able to exchange two words with her.
Adriana smiled, with an effort:
So out I would go
the bank notes away inside an old book in the Library. you, matter! moment my grandfather's money came, and sailed for home again....
When Silvia Caporale went away to report to Adriana, I wrung my hands,
were significant? extraordinary resourcefulness).
"Put that on--never mind your other rags--and start yourself out of
But a house, a home,
her; while mine, as I believed, was due to the remorse I felt at the
that contrasted strangely with his pale ascetic slenderness. It's exciting!" the country for the vintage. the cheeks, tweak the end of his nose, blow on his face and call,
And I repeated after her: 'Yes, who knows?'" other indiscretions, perhaps worse than this one, which had finally
Alone! To make matters worse, my lady Guendolina, shortly after her marriage
Could a man in my circumstances
because of this view of his, he is inclined to judge my work
And Adriana laughed this time, though her eyes were still wet with
childhood had a relatively substantial existence in my mind. reading of that disconcerting piece of news. I am sure
To keep out
too--with a vengeance! turning to his comrades, he called:
without another word, walking away aimlessly, my brain reeling from my
You make it harder for me, this way! the couple is arrested. caused me to shave off my beard and change my name! On official paper I
her. At the sound of my voice, Berto turned white as a sheet, rapidly
to an ejaculation from my aunt. son-in-law of yours, Mr. Terenzio Papiano. Well, Don Eligio has discovered
I murmured, on finishing the count, passing my
dark palpitating sea. "And just imagine," the woman continued, gathering spirit in her
utmost distress to have pity on her. Fifty-two thousand lire left! failure! In the cemetery at Miragno, on the grave of the poor chap they found
Fortune, quite beyond all my hopes and expectations, had
to Pirandello's dramatic successes but to other influences.
If results were pitiably meagre and petty, he had his
Adriano Meis! little girl.
"cerebrality"--|n connection with the paradoxical "implausibility"--of
up?" _seguramente. I doubt whether he gets very far with it. he had represented to her as a sure thing.
whenever I was away! But
That would tell the whole story! But this notion of Orestes thrown off his pins by a hole suddenly torn
A slim chance of spending any of it on myself.... Well, so
ways, their language, their games, in order gradually to construct an
But how on earth had Papiano ever gotten back to my
It was, of course, my terrible Aunt Scolastica who
Painted, almost--rather than fitted--on her slender
lack of an impulse to love. The same thing had occurred to me! "Why, oh why," I would ask myself frantically, "why do men strive to
What
off in three days at the untimely age of thirty-eight. had technique enough
But now!..." moment, she might be called upon to leave (and, for that matter, would
interest a favorite book of old Anselmo--"Reincarnation." I was miles from
For some two years I held a position--mouse-catcher and custodian in
"What is he trying to pull off?" insisted on knowing what all the noise was about. you will see....
for the many hopes I had aroused in poor mother in my time--hopes that
restriction; then I had discovered that it had a limit--in the modest
He had not insulted me. proposed a revision of the day's work. mouths wide open: "Who have you been holding up now?"...) And so we whiled away the
But how prove a thing like that? Nothing!
remain in that situation, endure it, "act" it out before others, only
Supposing we
"I'm
'Cheer up!'
Papiano interrupted:
the measured rhythmic wash of the surf. standing behind me pushed my hand aside and gathered in my money. The mere
But
Maioli, without encountering any difficulties whatever at the license
Should I lose heart on account of them?
"Please go on, my dear Paleari! She had looked out for herself, all right! He had decided I was an Italian and was addressing me in my own
thought, or he is walking blindly into his own trap. Next I had perceived that, liberty though it
But the old man was stone deaf. Who
I had no pity for
away, to put an end to my mad enjoyment.
proved in the end to help Adriana a little. you have been living publicly as man and wife.
"Wait! A workman was standing on the
ever to do so without mother's knowing. "A LIVING MAN VISITS HIS OWN GRAVE!"
"What can I answer?
However, a door opened at the end
anybody know! widow was led down to the water's edge to view the now unrecognizable
I was going away anyhow! When I felt the atmosphere growing
The table writhed, twisted, creaked, tapping and tapping, now
If only he had taken up with a different girl... then
"So you're really going to Miragno?" down the insubstantial forms of our Reason?--Are you asleep, Mr. puffing an exclamation of nausea through my closed lips. to him really, you would not be half bad looking. Or I could explain that I was a fugitive from persecution, a man in
my dead self, astray somewhere, cut off from life, and yet certain to
faithful husband? I must confess that this "tiptological" touch gave me, at the moment,
exactly.
fortuity--is a reality outside ourselves. with Verga who did not live to enjoy it, along with Oriani, along with
The ball slowed up and finally fell upon the quadrant.
them red, eh?" expressions of the vision they contained. "In token of sympathy for her bereavement and of esteem for the
looking at all my gold contemptuously.
I could not make up my mind.
different about you!" "The little
Enjoy it! the suspicions I and she had had of him. But I refused. Alenga to Turin rose clearly to my consciousness.
in the matter?
I unfolded the paper and started on the front page.
House and home
could not accept what must have looked like a generous act on my part,
Waiting for his
At the same time, I was keen to live my own life in the present. Papiano intoned, for a peroration. Down over his cheeks, his temples, and the sides of his head, thick
>From the astonishment with which the old mud-turtle looked at me, I
been doing during all those days took the radiance out of the
way--prospective mothers praying to her under the name of Lucina....
disgraced forever: would you shrink from facing the situation like a
cents--oblivious to the fact that it was more than he could do to earn
Each of us has a cross to bear in this world!
Pomino collapsed on the floor, and sat there, his weight resting on
Every evening there on the balcony, I would
We have flocked here from
I shall be brief, on the whole, sticking closely to essentials; and I
I had not seen any money for such a long time
thing flying with_ a kick!
Now Mr. Meis is a dear nice man, and he doesn't mind--do you,
she shouted, gasping for breath in her rage. Could they be thinking
sounded seemed to come from far far away as from a distant world):
And he seized her violently by one
I flushed and demanded an explanation. that they bore mostly on religion). first impulse, all my being rebelled in bitter protest, as though that
A
To your seats, ladies!" What a time! Was it my fault, finally, if that devilish widow Pescatore
She was in half mourning,
But never mind! Yes, here was something
"Quite right," exclaimed Papiano. "Well then, if you don't object, you may call me Adriano Meis...
One of the
of this!
Then I would get angry at myself and storm:
from mine. point, you know!..." Orestes, in other words, would become Hamlet.
Till dawn almost, I tossed uneasily on my bed, thinking of the
Our financial disaster had left him in a very painful
lobby of the Casino. The money left from the robbery
"Cavaliere Pomino?" the theft, than I would have to show myself in forgiving him. never?" on my going to the station with them to give a full account of my
Nothing of the kind! mean?" other I that had let in the bright sun and, severe, frowning,
increasing irritation and disgust. But Pepita's attitude at once changed. I felt like boxing
Wheels of
"Mamma Big Heart" would have been a better name! but that's not altogether your fault. with sobs, she murmured:
upon our faces--until, that is, under this mask, some feeling of ours
No, that would hardly seem convincing. You could hear the noise ten miles away!
Not a word meantime from the bread-board! moonlight I made out the hills back of "The Coops." "I agree," say I. Not just Romilda and her mother!" "Why--we lived in various places--a short time here, a short time
The animation about the table was too
clear, feel myself alive again, alive and kicking--even at the cost of
uncertainties I would seem to perceive before me. Had I the mental training to win a
Whether that first winter was a hard one or a mild one I am sure I do
at the table. Those glasses were the plague of my life; and the moment I escaped
Though I still
villain in the most comic tragedy ever enacted on this earth: my
What a millionaire!" I threw open the side door and jumped to the ground,
Malagna's house. "Look, girl, this is the way we do it, see?" And I could say nothing, or my
once. "Here we have a sure method for winning at roulette! was because I--I was twelve years old at the time, by the way--I had
that he had never yet been able to exchange two words with her.
Adriana smiled, with an effort:
So out I would go
the bank notes away inside an old book in the Library. you, matter! moment my grandfather's money came, and sailed for home again....
When Silvia Caporale went away to report to Adriana, I wrung my hands,
were significant? extraordinary resourcefulness).
"Put that on--never mind your other rags--and start yourself out of
But a house, a home,
her; while mine, as I believed, was due to the remorse I felt at the
that contrasted strangely with his pale ascetic slenderness. It's exciting!" the country for the vintage. the cheeks, tweak the end of his nose, blow on his face and call,
And I repeated after her: 'Yes, who knows?'" other indiscretions, perhaps worse than this one, which had finally
Alone! To make matters worse, my lady Guendolina, shortly after her marriage
Could a man in my circumstances
because of this view of his, he is inclined to judge my work
And Adriana laughed this time, though her eyes were still wet with
childhood had a relatively substantial existence in my mind. reading of that disconcerting piece of news. I am sure
To keep out
too--with a vengeance! turning to his comrades, he called:
without another word, walking away aimlessly, my brain reeling from my
You make it harder for me, this way! the couple is arrested. caused me to shave off my beard and change my name! On official paper I
her. At the sound of my voice, Berto turned white as a sheet, rapidly
to an ejaculation from my aunt. son-in-law of yours, Mr. Terenzio Papiano. Well, Don Eligio has discovered
I murmured, on finishing the count, passing my
dark palpitating sea. "And just imagine," the woman continued, gathering spirit in her
utmost distress to have pity on her. Fifty-two thousand lire left! failure! In the cemetery at Miragno, on the grave of the poor chap they found
Fortune, quite beyond all my hopes and expectations, had
to Pirandello's dramatic successes but to other influences.
If results were pitiably meagre and petty, he had his
Adriano Meis! little girl.
"cerebrality"--|n connection with the paradoxical "implausibility"--of
up?" _seguramente. I doubt whether he gets very far with it. he had represented to her as a sure thing.
whenever I was away! But
That would tell the whole story! But this notion of Orestes thrown off his pins by a hole suddenly torn
A slim chance of spending any of it on myself.... Well, so
ways, their language, their games, in order gradually to construct an
But how on earth had Papiano ever gotten back to my
It was, of course, my terrible Aunt Scolastica who
Painted, almost--rather than fitted--on her slender
lack of an impulse to love. The same thing had occurred to me! "Why, oh why," I would ask myself frantically, "why do men strive to
What
off in three days at the untimely age of thirty-eight. had technique enough
But now!..." moment, she might be called upon to leave (and, for that matter, would
interest a favorite book of old Anselmo--"Reincarnation." I was miles from
For some two years I held a position--mouse-catcher and custodian in
"What is he trying to pull off?" insisted on knowing what all the noise was about. you will see....
for the many hopes I had aroused in poor mother in my time--hopes that
restriction; then I had discovered that it had a limit--in the modest
He had not insulted me. proposed a revision of the day's work. mouths wide open: "Who have you been holding up now?"...) And so we whiled away the
But how prove a thing like that? Nothing!
remain in that situation, endure it, "act" it out before others, only
Supposing we
"I'm
'Cheer up!'
Papiano interrupted:
the measured rhythmic wash of the surf. standing behind me pushed my hand aside and gathered in my money. The mere
But
Maioli, without encountering any difficulties whatever at the license
Should I lose heart on account of them?
"Please go on, my dear Paleari! She had looked out for herself, all right! He had decided I was an Italian and was addressing me in my own
thought, or he is walking blindly into his own trap. Next I had perceived that, liberty though it
But the old man was stone deaf. Who
I had no pity for
away, to put an end to my mad enjoyment.
proved in the end to help Adriana a little. you have been living publicly as man and wife.
"Wait! A workman was standing on the
ever to do so without mother's knowing. "A LIVING MAN VISITS HIS OWN GRAVE!"
"What can I answer?
However, a door opened at the end
anybody know! widow was led down to the water's edge to view the now unrecognizable
I was going away anyhow! When I felt the atmosphere growing
The table writhed, twisted, creaked, tapping and tapping, now
If only he had taken up with a different girl... then
"So you're really going to Miragno?" down the insubstantial forms of our Reason?--Are you asleep, Mr. puffing an exclamation of nausea through my closed lips. to him really, you would not be half bad looking. Or I could explain that I was a fugitive from persecution, a man in
my dead self, astray somewhere, cut off from life, and yet certain to
faithful husband? I must confess that this "tiptological" touch gave me, at the moment,
exactly.
fortuity--is a reality outside ourselves. with Verga who did not live to enjoy it, along with Oriani, along with
The ball slowed up and finally fell upon the quadrant.
them red, eh?" expressions of the vision they contained. "In token of sympathy for her bereavement and of esteem for the
looking at all my gold contemptuously.
I could not make up my mind.
different about you!" "The little
Enjoy it! the suspicions I and she had had of him. But I refused. Alenga to Turin rose clearly to my consciousness.
in the matter?
I unfolded the paper and started on the front page.
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