The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 282 pages of information about The 30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories.

It is almost a fortnight now that I am domiciled in a medieval villa in the country, a mile or two from Florence.  I cannot speak the language; I am too old not to learn how, also too busy when I am busy, and too indolent when I am not; wherefore some will imagine that I am having a dull time of it.  But it is not so.  The “help” are all natives; they talk Italian to me, I answer in English; I do not understand them, they do not understand me, consequently no harm is done, and everybody is satisfied.  In order to be just and fair, I throw in an Italian word when I have one, and this has a good influence.  I get the word out of the morning paper.  I have to use it while it is fresh, for I find that Italian words do not keep in this climate.  They fade toward night, and next morning they are gone.  But it is no matter; I get a new one out of the paper before breakfast, and thrill the domestics with it while it lasts.  I have no dictionary, and I do not want one; I can select words by the sound, or by orthographic aspect.  Many of them have French or German or English look, and these are the ones I enslave for the day’s service.  That is, as a rule.  Not always.  If I find a learnable phrase that has an imposing look and warbles musically along I do not care to know the meaning of it; I pay it out to the first applicant, knowing that if I pronounce it carefully he will understand it, and that’s enough.

Yesterday’s word was avanti.  It sounds Shakespearian, and probably means Avaunt and quit my sight.  Today I have a whole phrase:  Sono DISPIACENTISSIMO.  I do not know what it means, but it seems to fit in everywhere and give satisfaction.  Although as a rule my words and phrases are good for one day and train only, I have several that stay by me all the time, for some unknown reason, and these come very handy when I get into a long conversation and need things to fire up with in monotonous stretches.  One of the best ones is DOV’ `E il Gatto.  It nearly always produces a pleasant surprise, therefore I save it up for places where I want to express applause or admiration.  The fourth word has a French sound, and I think the phrase means “that takes the cake.”

During my first week in the deep and dreamy stillness of this woodsy and flowery place I was without news of the outside world, and was well content without it.  It has been four weeks since I had seen a newspaper, and this lack seemed to give life a new charm and grace, and to saturate it with a feeling verging upon actual delight.  Then came a change that was to be expected:  the appetite for news began to rise again, after this invigorating rest.  I had to feed it, but I was not willing to let it make me its helpless slave again; I determined to put it on a diet, and a strict and limited one.  So I examined an Italian paper, with the idea of feeding it on that, and on that exclusively.  On that exclusively, and without help of a dictionary.  In this way I should surely be well protected against overloading and indigestion.

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