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XXVIII
THE BIRD SANCTUARY
The Rev. Canonico Don Giacinto’s sudden
departure to another world in fire and
smoke had had a most invigorating effect upon
our parroco Don Antonio’s general condition of
health and spirits. His sprained ankle improved
rapidly and soon he was able to resume his
customary morning walks to San Michele to assist
at my breakfast. I always invited him, according
to Neapolitan custom, to “mangiare con me” but
he invariably declined my cup of tea with a
polite: No, grazie, sto bene. The sole scope of
his visit was to sit opposite me by the breakfast
table and look at me while I was eating. Don
Antonio had never seen a forestiere before at close
quarters and nearly everything I said or did was
a constant source of curiosity to him. He knew
I was a Protestant but after some vague attempts
to discuss the matter we had agreed to drop
theology from the conversation and leave the
Protestants alone. It was a great concession on
his part, for once a week he used to send all
living and dead Protestants to hell from his pulpit
with the most fearful invectives. The Protestants
were Don Antonio’s speciality, his sheet-anchor
in all his oratorical difficulties, I do not know
what he would have done without the Protestants.
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