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Boine in its realization.
Boine in the [[^ its]] realization.
I see now as I look back upon my association
    I see now as I look back upon my association
with Barbaro that I knew almost nothing
with Barbaro that I knew almost nothing
about him and had seemingly no curiosity with
about him and had seemingly no curiosity with
regard to him.  I suspect now that he must have
regard to him.  I suspect now that he must have
been of Sicilian extraction from the fine dark
been of Sicilian extraction from the fine dark
hair and the olive - pale coloring.  His appearance
hair and the olive-pale coloring.  His appearance
was clean, shabby and invariable, no matter
was clean, shabby and invariable, no matter
what the weather might have been like the
what the weather might have been [[crossed out:  doing]], like the
coat of an animal on the shell of a snail.  One day
coat of an animal or the shell of a snail.  One day
it was raining when he arrived.  "Why didn't you
it was raining when he arrived.  "Why didn't you
take your umbrella?  I'll lend you mine when
take your umbrella?  I'll lend you mine when
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of the sort until many years later when I went
of the sort until many years later when I went
back to Rome and found that Barbaro was no
back to Rome and found that Barbaro was no
longer alive and that the charm of that immaterial
longer [[^alive]] living and that the charm of that immaterial

Latest revision as of 04:53, 9 December 2022

Boine in the ^ its realization.

   I see now as I look back upon my association

with Barbaro that I knew almost nothing about him and had seemingly no curiosity with regard to him. I suspect now that he must have been of Sicilian extraction from the fine dark hair and the olive-pale coloring. His appearance was clean, shabby and invariable, no matter what the weather might have been crossed out: doing, like the coat of an animal or the shell of a snail. One day it was raining when he arrived. "Why didn't you take your umbrella? I'll lend you mine when it's time for you to leave." "Per carita!" he replied "It always seems absurd to me to go around holding a little thing over one's head." How old could Barbaro have been? Did he have a family and how did he earn a living? It never occurred to me to wonder about anything of the sort until many years later when I went back to Rome and found that Barbaro was no longer ^alive living and that the charm of that immaterial