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The Mysterious Flame Of Queen Loana :: Эко Умберто
Страница: 54 из 286One afternoon she emitted an irresistible hiccup, blushed slightly ( in your blood , which spreads its flames across your face , the cosmos makes its laughter ), tormented a stack of forms she had in front of her, and said: "Yambo, you should be the first to know… I’m getting married."
"What do you mean, married?" I replied, as if to say, "How could you?"
"I’m getting married. You know, when a man and woman exchange rings and everyone throws rice on them?"
"No, I mean… you’re leaving me?"
"Why would I? He works for an architecture firm, but he doesn’t make a whole lot yet-both of us will have to work. And besides, how could I ever leave you?"
The other planted the knife in his heart and turned it there twice.
The end of The Trial , and indeed, the end of the trial. "And is this something… that’s been going on a long time?"
"Not long. We met a few weeks ago-you know how these things go. He’s a great guy, you’ll meet him."
How these things go. Perhaps there were other great guys before him, or perhaps she took advantage of my accident to wash her hands of an untenable situation. Maybe she threw herself on the first guy who came along, a shot in the dark. In which case I have hurt her twice. But who hurt her, you imbecile? Things are going as things go: she is young, meets someone her own age, falls in love for the first time… For the first time, okay? And someone will pluck your flower , mouth of the wellspring , and not having sought you will be his grace and good fortune…
"I’ll have to get you a nice present."
"There’s plenty of time. We decided last night, but I want to wait until you’ve recovered, so I can take a week of vacation without feeling guilty."
Without feeling guilty. How thoughtful.
What was the last quote I had seen about fog? When we arrived at the Rome station , the evening of Good Friday , and she rode off in a coach into the fog , it seemed to me that I had lost her forever , irrevocably.
The story of our affair had ended on its own. Whatever had happened before, all erased. The blackboard shiny black. From now on, like a daughter only.
At that point I could leave. Indeed, I had to. I told Paola that I would be going to Solara. She was happy.
"You’ll like it there, you’ll see."
"O flounder , flounder , in the sea , / it really isn’t up to me , / it’s just that tiresome wife I’ve got , / for she desires what I do not. "
"You wicked man.
"What do you mean, married?" I replied, as if to say, "How could you?"
"I’m getting married. You know, when a man and woman exchange rings and everyone throws rice on them?"
"No, I mean… you’re leaving me?"
"Why would I? He works for an architecture firm, but he doesn’t make a whole lot yet-both of us will have to work. And besides, how could I ever leave you?"
The other planted the knife in his heart and turned it there twice.
The end of The Trial , and indeed, the end of the trial. "And is this something… that’s been going on a long time?"
"Not long. We met a few weeks ago-you know how these things go. He’s a great guy, you’ll meet him."
How these things go. Perhaps there were other great guys before him, or perhaps she took advantage of my accident to wash her hands of an untenable situation. Maybe she threw herself on the first guy who came along, a shot in the dark. In which case I have hurt her twice. But who hurt her, you imbecile? Things are going as things go: she is young, meets someone her own age, falls in love for the first time… For the first time, okay? And someone will pluck your flower , mouth of the wellspring , and not having sought you will be his grace and good fortune…
"I’ll have to get you a nice present."
"There’s plenty of time. We decided last night, but I want to wait until you’ve recovered, so I can take a week of vacation without feeling guilty."
Without feeling guilty. How thoughtful.
What was the last quote I had seen about fog? When we arrived at the Rome station , the evening of Good Friday , and she rode off in a coach into the fog , it seemed to me that I had lost her forever , irrevocably.
The story of our affair had ended on its own. Whatever had happened before, all erased. The blackboard shiny black. From now on, like a daughter only.
At that point I could leave. Indeed, I had to. I told Paola that I would be going to Solara. She was happy.
"You’ll like it there, you’ll see."
"O flounder , flounder , in the sea , / it really isn’t up to me , / it’s just that tiresome wife I’ve got , / for she desires what I do not. "
"You wicked man.