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Updated: June 19, 2025
But it is not from the laughers alone that the philosophy of history is to be learned. And he who approaches this subject should carefully guard against the influence of that potent ridicule which has already misled so many excellent writers. Ecco il fonte del riso, ed ecco il rio Che mortali perigli in se contiene Hor qui tener a fren nostro desio, Ed esser cauti molto a noi conviene.
At half-past eight we left Desio together, and I silently blessed the host of the Albergo dell' Agnello, who had assured me that the carriage road was "so much more picturesque." I found it so, indeed. M. Charnot and Jeanne faced the horses. I sat opposite to M. Charnot, who was in the best of spirits after all the medals he had seen.
The sun was out of sight, but the earth was still enveloped, as it were, in a haze of luminous dust. M. Charnot pulled out his watch. "Seven minutes past eight. What time does the last train start, Jeanne?" "At ten minutes to eight." "Confusion! we are stranded in Desio! The mere thought of passing the night in that inn gives me the creeps.
There is something, but he would refuse to do it; for I wish him to inform his charming daughter that my thoughts are all of her; that I have spent the night recalling yesterday's trip now the roads of Desio and the galleries of the villa, now the drive back to Milan. M. Charnot only figured in my dreams as sleeping.
When I got Lampron's letter, at ten in the morning, I went at once to see the landlord of the Albergo dell' Agnello. "You can get me a carriage for Desio, can't you?" "Oh, your lordship thinks of driving to Desio? That is quite right. It is much more picturesque than going by train. A little way beyond Monza. Monza, sir, is one of our richest jewels; you will see there "
When I got Lampron's letter, at ten in the morning, I went at once to see the landlord of the Albergo dell' Agnello. "You can get me a carriage for Desio, can't you?" "Oh, your lordship thinks of driving to Desio? That is quite right. It is much more picturesque than going by train. A little way beyond Monza. Monza, sir, is one of our richest jewels; you will see there "
The time is come for you to grant their prayers. "I promised. "And now, dear friend, help me to keep my promise. I do not wish to write to them. My hand would tremble, and they would tremble when they saw my writing. Go and see them. "They live about nine miles from Milan, on the Monza road, but beyond that town, close to the village of Desio. The villa is called Dannegianti, after its owners.
Then he changed the subject brusquely: "What about your love-affair?" "Fresher than ever." "Did it survive half an hour's conversation?" "It grew the stronger for it." "Does she still detest you?" I told him the story of our trip to Desio, and our conversation in the carriage, without omitting a detail. He listened in silence. At the end he said: "My dear Fabien, there must be no delay.
But, in truth, one can believe that his vast and most excellent mind was hampered through being too full of desire, and that his wish ever to seek out excellence upon excellence, and perfection upon perfection, was the reason of it. "Tal che l' opera fosse ritardata dal desio," as our Petrarca has said.
At half-past eight we left Desio together, and I silently blessed the host of the Albergo dell' Agnello, who had assured me that the carriage road was "so much more picturesque." I found it so, indeed. M. Charnot and Jeanne faced the horses. I sat opposite to M. Charnot, who was in the best of spirits after all the medals he had seen.
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