Who're you, author, to own the pangs of judgment of right and wrong of somebody you’ve by no means met? Tristano feels like one in all Charlemagne’s paladins, Charlemagne, the good avenger of betrayal, relentless towards traitors. yet what are you aware approximately genuine betrayal? … I imagine you simply be aware of the sides of it, the piddling stuff, not anything, what you remedy with a pardon me, a bedtime confession, a transgression. You can’t in all likelihood recognize the very center of betrayal … Call for Frau, name her in the following, inform her that even she’s betraying me, betraying me for my very own reliable or what she thinks is my very own solid, this kind of silly betrayal … instead of morphine she’s pumping me jam-packed with distilled water, now’s the time for an additional injection, i will be able to inform by means of the sunshine that it has to be 5 within the night, six on the most modern, simply take heed to the cicadas, this is often once they sing like loopy, a las cinco de l. a. tarde, they’re afraid the male won’t get back back, they’ve been calling him all day … he’s coming, he’s coming … the male cicada consistently comes again, no matter if it’s on the final second, men hold others ready, they’re merciless, yet then he returns and he ultimately impregnates the feminine, after which for her it’s in all places, she’s served her function, what she sang for, the idiot, he’s crammed her stomach, she lays her eggs and croaks so one other cicada might be born that may spend one other summer season making a song, calling for the male to impregnate her … Call for Frau, let’s proceed this later, the pain’s getting worse, and it’s making me crabby … can’t you notice I’m in a foul temper? … and you, too, move lie down, relaxation at midday, light and considerate, you deserve a bit nap, author, or exit to the winery for a breath of clean air, for the reason that Frau says I’m retaining you prisoner during this darkish room that stinks of disinfectant. Frau learn me her Sunday poem, an historic Persian poet, she says. for my part it isn’t Sunday, this August has too many Sundays, Frau’s tacking on a few extra Sundays, probably that’s her method of prolonging my lifestyles, including on Sundays … Young sir, she says, the poem begins like this: Don’t take into consideration the rotation of the Earth, Saki, first take into consideration my head … Saki’s the manservant of the outdated Persian poet who brings him cups of wine, half servant, half thinker, similar to Frau … Oh Saki, the place did the outdated days cross? … Tristano might have his personal method of constant the poem, whatever like … I’m stretched out on my deathbed, Saki, they’ve caught a catheter in me that I pull out simply to be spiteful, as for me, along with my voice, there’s not anything left, or nearly not anything left, a profile at the pillow, sharp as a razor, and a few respiring that every now and then turns to a rattle, your master’s mendacity in the market, expensive Saki, outdoors the window it kind of feels like an August so nonetheless, damaged in simple terms by way of the frenzied cicadas, how lengthy till the next day to come, Saki, is it nonetheless some distance off? … why is it usually this day? … an complete month of this present day, make day after today come and hold me away, there’s an immense fly that retains hitting the reflect, attempting to get out, silly fly, it can’t locate the best way out, like me, it wishes morphine, like me, I lie right here and speak and speak, yet why insist on digging up outdated days, Saki … please, don’t allow that younger nurse in, the single Frau employed, she’s right here with my urinal so I won’t piss the sheets, I can’t undergo how she slips it so delicately into that tumbler box, like a death flower … Saki, it was once a gorgeous could day, the zephyr had back, and Tristano used to be sitting on his motorbike close to a newsstand, and it felt like Italy was once cured, and the total international along Italy, and he used to be buzzing our place of origin is across the world, our legislations is freedom, or even for him, lifestyles was once returning … the sap was once emerging, in any case that wartime adrenaline, all of the carnage and blood, and now, sitting on his motorbike, he used to be asserting, how appealing.