The humour of Italy; . ing fromanything worse. Remember me to every one, not forgettingour friends Torti and Rossari; I have been going to writeto them over and over again. I am glad to hear you areall well at home; were it not that I am still angry with youfor that silence of a month and more, I should be inclinedto tell you that you deserve this and every other goodfortune. Well, good-bye, you rascal, and since there aresome wrongs for which it is useless to claim compensation,I may as well send you my love. RS.—As for work, I have a great number of irons in thefire, but I am terribly afraid
The humour of Italy; . ing fromanything worse. Remember me to every one, not forgettingour friends Torti and Rossari; I have been going to writeto them over and over again. I am glad to hear you areall well at home; were it not that I am still angry with youfor that silence of a month and more, I should be inclinedto tell you that you deserve this and every other goodfortune. Well, good-bye, you rascal, and since there aresome wrongs for which it is useless to claim compensation,I may as well send you my love. RS.—As for work, I have a great number of irons in thefire, but I am terribly afraid my stock of wood will not lastlong enough to heat them. When a perfect anarchy ofplans and projects comes to life in my brain, this is a signthat it is not a time for finishing anything at all at , I shall dawdle along, reading this and that, asit happens,—and when the hour for production strikes, Ishall produce. Giuseppe Giusti. 82 ITALIAN HUMOUR. DON ABBONDIO AND THE BRA VOES. FROM I PROMESSI [Don Abbondio, a village priest, walking by himself in a lonelyplace, sees two bravocs waiting for him in a narrow lane.] . . He quickened his pace, recited a verse in a loudertone, composed his countenance to all the calm and cheer-fulness he could summon up for the moment, made everyeffort to prepare a smile, and when he found himself rightin front of the two swashbucklers, he ejaculated, mentally, Now were in for it! and stopped short. Your Reverence ! said one of the two, looking him fullin the face. Who wants me? replied Don Abbondio, raising hiseyes from his book, and holding it open in both hands. You intend, pursued the other, with the threateningand angry look of a man who has caught his inferior inthe commission of a crime— you intend to perform the DON ABBONDIO AND THE BRAVOES. 83 ceremony of marriage, to-morrow, between Renzo Trama-glino and Lucia Mondella. That is . . answered Don Abbondio, in a quaveringvoice— that is . . gentlemen, you are men
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