In the valley of El Vi, he tried his best to avoid mentioning the topics they talked about under the magnolia tree. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He thought that Arthur was an artistic man, and that to have such a conversation would spoil the joy of the Alpine landscape, and that the conversation would have been painful. From the day he was in Maldini, he said to himself every morning: "I will say it today." Every night he said to himself, "Tomorrow, tomorrow." He had never felt such a feeling of indescribable coldness, it was like an invisible veil between him and Arthur. It wasn't until the last night that he suddenly realized that if he had to say it, he had to say it now. They spent the night in Lugano to return to Pisa the following morning. At the very least, he'll find out how deep his baby bump is in the maelstrom of life-threatening Italian politics.

"The rain has stopped, dear. "This is our only chance to see the lake." Come on, I want to talk to you. ”

They walked along the lake to a secluded place and sat down on a low stone wall. Next to them was a clump of roses with scarlet fruit. A cluster or two of late-blooming milky white flowers still hung from a stalk high up, swaying desolately with heavy raindrops. On the turquoise lake, a small boat swayed in the dew-soaked breeze, and its white sails fluttered weakly. The boat appeared light and weak, like a bunch of silver-white dandelions thrown onto the water. High up on Mount Salfodo, the window of a shepherd's hut was open, like a golden eye. The roses hang their heads, dreaming under the leisurely white clouds of September. The lake lapped against the pebbles on the shore and murmured.

"For a long time, this is the only opportunity for me to talk to you calmly. "You're going back to school, to your friends." As for me, I'll be busy this winter as well. I want to get a clear picture of how we should get along. So, if you-" He paused for a moment, then continued, more slowly. "If you feel that you can still trust me as you have in the past, I want you to tell me more clearly than that night in the seminary garden, how far you have come on that road. ”

Arthur looked over the lake, listened quietly, and said nothing.

"I wonder if you tell me," continued Montagneri, "are you bound by an oath, or—or something. ”

"There's nothing to say, dear Padre. I didn't restrain myself, but I did. ”

"I don't understand—"

"What is the oath to shake off? The oath cannot bind people. If you have some kind of experience for something, it will bind you. If you don't have some kind of experience, nothing will bind you. ”

"So, are you saying that this thing--this--experience is immutable? Arthur, have you ever thought about what you're talking about?"

Arthur turned and stared into Montanieri's eyes.

"Padre, you asked me if I could trust you. Can't you trust me? If there's anything to say, I'll tell you. But it is useless to talk about these events. I haven't forgotten what you said to me that night. I'll never forget. But I had to go my own way and follow the light I saw. ”

Montagneri plucked a rose from the flowers, tore off the petals one by one, and threw them into the water.

"You're right, dear. Well, that's all we have to say about here. It seems that there is no use in talking at length - uh, uh, let's go inside. ”

Autumn and winter passed uneventfully. Arthur reads hard and doesn't have much free time. He managed to visit Montagneri once or twice a week, even if only for a few minutes. Every now and then, he would bring an obscure book with him to help answer his questions. But on these occasions, they just talk about learning. It was not so much that Monteri had observed, but that he felt a small, inscrutable obstacle between them, so he was careful not to make himself appear as if he had tried to maintain the same intimacy as he had been.

Arthur's visit now caused him more uneasiness than pleasure, so it was painful to always pretend that nothing had happened, as if nothing had changed. Arthur also noticed a subtle change in Padre's demeanor, but didn't quite understand why. He vaguely felt that it had something to do with the annoying "New Thought" problem, so he avoided mentioning the topic, even though his mind was full of it. But he had never loved Montagneri so much as he did now. He had always had an insatiable feeling in his haze, and he felt spiritually empty, and he had been trying to suppress these feelings under the weight of theology and religious rituals. But after coming into contact with the Young Italian Party, all these feelings vanished. Gone are all those unhealthy fantasies that arise from loneliness and caring for the sick, and the doubts that once resorted to prayer are gone, and there is no need to exorcise evil spirits. With the awakening of a new passion, a clearer and newer religious ideal (all the more so because he viewed the student movement in this way, not in terms of political development) has become a sense of comfort and fulfillment, embodying the idea of world peace and brotherhood in all worlds. In this solemn and cheerful atmosphere, he believed that the whole world was full of light. He found some sort of endearing factor in those he liked the most. For five years, he had regarded Montagneri as his ideal hero. In his eyes, Montagneri now had a new aura, like a potential prophet of that new faith. He listened to Padre's sermons with great enthusiasm, trying to capture in his words a certain intrinsic relationship with the ideals of the new republic. He also immersed himself in the study of the Gospels, rejoicing in the fact that Christianity had a democratic tendency at its origins.

One day in January, he went to the seminary to return a book he had asked for. When he heard that the dean had gone out, he went straight into Montanieri's study, put the book on the shelf, and prepared to leave the room. At this moment, a book resting on the table caught his attention. This is Dante's Treatise on Imperialism. He began to read the book and was so hooked that he didn't even hear the door open and close. It wasn't until Montaniri spoke behind his back that he came to his senses.