Part 6 (1/2)
”Excuse me, but will you do me a favor?”
”What do you want? Keep quiet ... leave me alone ... you make me lose my thread of thought ...”
”So you write with thread, do you? Are you aware that they don't use this any more?”
”Stop your nonsense. Leave me alone, puppet.”
”Do me a favor and then ...”
”What is it? Spit it out!”
”Lend me a pencil and a piece of paper.”
”You want to write, too?”
”Yes.”
”Then you, too, have some one in the world who interests you?”
”Yes ... perhaps.”
”A G.o.dmother like mine?”
”Hum! No indeed.”
”You are serious about wanting to write?”
”Yes.”
”Here's paper and pencil, then. Do you know how to write?”
”Once I knew how.”
”All right. Then let me see it.”
”Gladly.”
Pinocchio rested his elbows on his knees, chin on his clasped hands, and, biting his pencil, lost himself in profound meditation.
”Excuse me, Bersaglierino.”
”Ho! Finished already?”
”No ... that is ... yes, I have finished beginning, but ... I don't know what you put before the beginning.”
”Write, 'Dear So-and-so,' or 'My darling, etc., etc.'”
”But you see I can't put either 'dear' or 'my darling.'”