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–Like a coward! He turned to the courts, filing a complaint of domestic violence. But Clarice, aware of having acted judiciously, imposed me out of great scorn to declaim against the accuser in public court through a satire in verse for use of debate, and to hum the paragraph of the Code, which authorizes the eviction the day after the rent is due.– | –Like a coward! He turned to the courts, filing a complaint of domestic violence. But Clarice, aware of having acted judiciously, imposed me out of great scorn to declaim against the accuser in public court through a satire in verse for use of debate, and to hum the paragraph of the Code, which authorizes the eviction the day after the rent is due.– | ||
The appearance of a newcomer at that moment diverted the listeners' attentions. A piercing whistle announced the arrival of the character, and at the same time a microcosm entered into the room. Slender and skinny, with his head buried under a forest of curly hair, his face marked by the irony of a perpetual sneer, a bundle of papers and newspapers under his left arm, and waving an oxtail with his hand outstretched like a whip. | The appearance of a newcomer at that moment diverted the listeners' attentions. A piercing whistle announced the arrival of the character, and at the same time a microcosm entered into the room. Slender and skinny, with his head buried under a forest of curly hair, his face marked by the irony of a perpetual sneer, a bundle of papers and newspapers under his left arm, and waving an oxtail with his hand outstretched like a whip. | ||
–Brother Chichibio! Brother Chichibio! –the assembly shouted. And with this exclamation they all charged at him, inundating him with questions about the news of the day, about the public's impression of the previous day's performance, and most of all, about the daily mysteries of his comedic newspaper. | |||
–Peace! Peace! don't suffocate me, my friends; I'll grant you abundant food for your curiosity. But don't make a mess of my ideas among the curls of my mop of hair. And above all don't mistreat my tail; tails are under the special protection of my scissors–Saying this, the Journalist, who was precisely Brother Chichibio, climbed up onto a chair to put himself at the same level as those surrounding him. And unfolding a piece of printed paper, on the front of which there was a picture mocking Asmodeo of him taking a breath to whistle, he read aloud among a universal silence: | |||
Theater and Diplomacy. Turin February 4, 18... | |||
–Nowadays, since aesthetic art refines everything, and tends to eliminate | |||