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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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monkey, who crouched on the barrel-organ in her
red Garibaldi:

Ah che la morte ogn’ora
È tarda nel venir!


It suited equally well poor old Monsieur Alfredo
who wandered about the snow-covered streets in
his threadbare frockcoat, with the manuscript of
his last tragedy under his arm. Equally well my
friends in the Italian poor quarter huddled
together round their half-extinguished braciero with
no money to buy a half-penny worth of charcoal
to keep themselves warm. There came days too,
when the sad melody seemed just the right
accompaniment to my own thoughts as well;
when I sat before my books in the Hôtel de
l’Avenir with no courage left to face a new day,
when everything seemed so black and hopeless
and the faded old photograph of Capri so far away.
Then I used to throw myself on the bed and close
my aching eyes, and soon Sant’Antonio set to
work to perform another miracle. Soon I was
sailing away from all my worries to the
enchanting island of my dreams. Gioconda handed me
smilingly a glass of Don Dionisio’s wine, and once
more the blood began to flow, rich and strong,
through my tired brain. The world was
beautiful and I was young, ready to fight, sure to win.
Mastro Vincenzo, still hard at work amongst his
vines, waved his hand at me as I walked up the
little lane behind his garden to the chapel. I sat
for a while on the terrace and looked down
spellbound on the fair island at my feet, just
wondering how on earth I should manage to drag up my

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