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[mansuetus]

[ She has not slept. Shutting her eyes brought figures out of the darkness: a cardinal with eyes as crimson as his robes, her brother bleeding out of his own portrait and another figure who often visited her in her nightmares, a dead prince reaching out to her without being able to voice a word. She wept and screamed until she began to fear she might be going mad with grief.

Her mother once said that half of Lucrezia's illnesses come from her heart, not her body. Now, her heart is broken and she is certain she is ill. She reaches for her firefly; the second time she addresses the network could not have been more different than the first. ]

If one dreams of another who has died and he

in the dream, the one who died tries to speak and is unable, he is mute even though he spoke words as pretty as poetry when he lived

does that mean he passed without having said something he wished to?

does it come to imply that she who dreams of him has not listened well enough when he lived? that she had not been sweet enough of a friend?

was it her fault

Will he remain thus forever? desperate and mute in her dreams?

I do not think I can bear it, I

is there a physician abroad this ship? I fear I have fallen quite ill.

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[certainproclivity]

Hardly. A man called Oscar Wilde did.

I do, however, have quite the fondness for Dante, myself.

E come quei che con lena affannata,
uscito fuor del pelago a la riva,
si volge a l'acqua perigliosa e guata.

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[mansuetus]

così l'animo mio, ch'ancor fuggiva,
si volse a retro a rimirar lo passo
che non lasciò già mai persona viva.

Wise is the man of knows inferno. Your Wilde sounds wise as well.

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[certainproclivity]

If I find a copy of Ballad of Reading Gaol, I'll be certain to pass it over to you. I think you'd rather enjoy it.

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[mansuetus]

This man, Oscar Wilde, is he your favorite in terms of the written word?

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[certainproclivity]

Yes, although Lord Byron and Alexander Pope rank highly, as well. It's always been difficult to pick just one.

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[mansuetus]

Yes; as it is for me to choose among Dante and Marlowe and Petrarca.

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[certainproclivity]

All fine choices.

Assuredly but dust and shade we are,
Assuredly desire is blind and brief,
Assuredly its hope but ends in death.

Petrarca is so terribly understated these days.

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[mansuetus]

But not by yourself; which makes me, in turn, grateful for my clever company.

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[certainproclivity]

There are very few who appreciate the classics, Signorina. I daresay, the pleasure is truly all mine.