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The White Stone

The White Stone

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Chapter 1 THE COCKROACHES

Word Count: 2100    |    Released on: 04/12/2017

drea Tafi, painter and worker-in-mosaic. Now the said Tafi was a very knowledgeable master. Sojourning at Venice in the days when Apollonius was covering

works of the sort, and all day and every day, from matins to vespers, he was busy, mounted on a scaffold in some Church or other, depicting the dead Christ, or Christ in His glory, the Patriarchs and Prophets, or the history of Job

carry out their enterprises, so as to win much wealth and leave a long memory behind them. And if I, old and broken down as I am, s

ing plentifully, and loved to run the streets at an hour when, as they say, all cats are grey. He went to bed late and slept sound, his conscience being clear enough after all. Accordingly, when Tafi's shrill voice woke him up out of his beauty sleep, he

ling his wits the while, grinding and cursing all the time, to think of some way of escaping such harsh and humiliating tre

cs representing the Angels, Archangels, Cherubim and Seraphim, Powers, Thrones and Dominions; the chief acts of the Almighty, from the Creation of Light to the Deluge; the history of Joseph and his brethren, the history of Jesus Christ from the moment He was conceived in His Mother's womb till His Ascension into Heaven, and the life of St. John Baptist. Seeing the infinite pains he took to fix the pieces truly in the cement and arrange them artistically, he expected both profit and fame as the result of this great work an

yards with the blood of nobles, these loathsome insects had two names in T

p and down and in and out, looking for all the world like tiny

ngtime, and Jupiter punished them for their sluggishness. He has condemned them to crawl about in the dark, weigh

n nature a symbol of his own passions and inclinations, which were to drink, to divert himsel

and popped them in a bag he had brought with him for the purpose. This done, he proceeded to hide the bag under his bed, and returned to the workroom, where his comrades Bruno and Calendrin

essed Saint with the five wounds of love, taking the utmost pains to blend in the celestial pinions all the tenderest hues of the rainbow. The task occupied him all day, and when old Tafi ca

of painting, if he would only apply himself more vigorously. But there, his mind is far too much set on self-indulgence; and great achi

back of each. Lighting the tapers, he let the insects loose, one after the other, in the room. The creatures are too stupid to feel pain, or if they do, to manifest any great panic. They set off crawling over the floor, at a pace which surprise and perhaps some vague terror made a trifle quicker than usual. Before long they started describing circles, not because it is, as Plato says, a perfect figure, but as a result of the instinct that always makes insects turn round and round, in their efforts to escape any unknown danger. Buffalmacco looked on from the vantage-ground of his bed, on which he had thrown himself, and congrat

an an hour's time, it will be broad daylight. The bugs in your bed must be built like very Venuses, you are so loath to leave 'em. U

ly, he drew on his hose, but without taking time to pull them any higher than his knees, and started for his apprentice's bedroom, stumbling at every step. This was exactly what Buffalmacco ex

will, though you should be dreaming this very moment that the eleven thousa

, Andrea Tafi shoved the doo

nning all over the floor, he stopped dead on

with the Angels we represent in glory, an aureole about their brows and waving wings of dazzling splendour. The unhappy boy is beset with devils; I can count at least a thousand around his pallet. No doubt he has angered Lucifer himself, by drawing some horrible picture o

blins he had seen wheeling round and round with bodies of fire, and dashed down the stairs as fast as ever his old legs would carry him. Buffalm

rly unsuitable word-not in the least fitting. The Oriental cockroac

d in Prussia Russians. The French call th

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