Post by account_disabled on Dec 13, 2023 23:29:15 GMT -5
Qui ignoret carnem fall per mortem potest eam nec stantem nosse per vitam. De resurrectione carnis , Tertullian. Of all man's defects, I think the worst is the rejection of the truth, which I attribute to an unconscious immaturity, as a latent need to perpetuate an optimal, continuous condition, towards which one feels a sincere and jealous affection. And among all my acquaintances it was my dear friend Erardo who had this defect. Erardo Moschetti, an old school friend who I hadn't seen for a few years and with whom I had spent good times. I remember the long excursions along the paths of the valley where he now lived together with his wife, an enchanting place, full of flowers of all kinds, thick woods and clear, fragrant air. I had heard about his marriage, of course.
Erardo had not failed to invite me, but some wounds sustained during a military campaign had made my presence impossible. One day in early autumn, however, I decided to visit him and sent Phone Number Data him a letter. Erardo responded with great courtesy and wrote to me that he couldn't wait to hug his partner again. And so, in that year of grace of eighteen hundred and seventy-four, I found myself once again walking along the tree-lined paths of the valley so loved in my youth. The autumn colors were in full force and the sky, although opaque with a layer of gray clouds, did not suggest rain. That afternoon the temperature wasn't so low as to be uncomfortable and I was calmly standing with my jacket open as if it were spring.
In the distance my friend's house stood out among the green of the holm oaks and olive trees: dark, immersed in silence, the red tiles clear against the background of the vegetation not affected by the October season. It seemed uninhabited at first glance, although I knew that at least two people lived there, but that was the feeling I had. The shutters were closed and I sensed that very little light must have entered that isolated residence. I put those thoughts aside and quickened my pace across the muddy ground. It must have rained the previous night, as the grass and leaves were damp and the mud on the ground made walking difficult. But there was still little left to arrive and in fact, after about twenty minutes, the massive wooden door appeared at the end of an avenue of holm oaks, beyond a gate that I found already open.
Erardo had not failed to invite me, but some wounds sustained during a military campaign had made my presence impossible. One day in early autumn, however, I decided to visit him and sent Phone Number Data him a letter. Erardo responded with great courtesy and wrote to me that he couldn't wait to hug his partner again. And so, in that year of grace of eighteen hundred and seventy-four, I found myself once again walking along the tree-lined paths of the valley so loved in my youth. The autumn colors were in full force and the sky, although opaque with a layer of gray clouds, did not suggest rain. That afternoon the temperature wasn't so low as to be uncomfortable and I was calmly standing with my jacket open as if it were spring.
In the distance my friend's house stood out among the green of the holm oaks and olive trees: dark, immersed in silence, the red tiles clear against the background of the vegetation not affected by the October season. It seemed uninhabited at first glance, although I knew that at least two people lived there, but that was the feeling I had. The shutters were closed and I sensed that very little light must have entered that isolated residence. I put those thoughts aside and quickened my pace across the muddy ground. It must have rained the previous night, as the grass and leaves were damp and the mud on the ground made walking difficult. But there was still little left to arrive and in fact, after about twenty minutes, the massive wooden door appeared at the end of an avenue of holm oaks, beyond a gate that I found already open.