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"'My mission is done, said this honest eunuch; 'I go to embark for Ceuta, and will take you to Italy. Ma che sciagura d'essere senza coglioni! "I thanked him with tears of commiseration; and instead of taking me to Italy he conducted me to Algiers, where he sold me to the Dey.
Such power have mighty sculptors, even in our modern world, to make the mute stone speak in poems and clasp the soul's life of a century in some five or six transcendent forms. The Colleoni, or Coglioni, family were of considerable antiquity and well-authenticated nobility in the town of Bergamo.
The king pointed out to the Sieur de Bonne-C that there was in the state of Venice an illustrious family named Coglioni, who wore three "C au natural" on their coat of arms. The gentlemen of the House of Bonne-C stated to the king that their wives were ashamed to be thus called in public assemblies; the king answered that they would lose a great deal, because there is a great deal in a name.
The king pointed out to the Sieur de Bonne-C that there was in the state of Venice an illustrious family named Coglioni, who wore three "C au natural" on their coat of arms. The gentlemen of the House of Bonne-C stated to the king that their wives were ashamed to be thus called in public assemblies; the king answered that they would lose a great deal, because there is a great deal in a name.
Mankind are the key to the universe; and I am sick of a world of turkey-cocks. To speak frankly is to be proscribed; to be kind to the unfortunate is to lose standing; to think deeply brings the reputation of a fool. No one understands me. They do not understand me, the imbeciles! Coglioni!" cried he fiercely, grinding the Corsican cry in his teeth and rising to walk about.
Such power have mighty sculptors, even in our modern world, to make the mute stone speak in poems and clasp the soul's life of a century in some five or six transcendent forms. The Colleoni, or Coglioni, family were of considerable antiquity and well authenticated nobility in the town of Bergamo.
Immediately after, my senses, overpowered, gave themselves up to sleep, which was yet more swooning than repose. I was in this state of weakness and insensibility, between life and death, when I felt myself pressed by something that moved upon my body. I opened my eyes, and saw a white man, of good countenance, who sighed, and who said between his teeth: 'O che sciagura d'essere senza coglioni!"
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