Part 47 (1/2)

”Susanna's friend consulted her book, and the result was that we found we were in the Vale of Egeria.

”From there we came out by a narrow road running along a wall, not a very high one, over which green laurel branches projected. We saw an obelisk at the end of the road, and the entablature of Saint John the Lateran. The group of statues, reddish brown, silhouetted against the sky, made a very strange effect.

”We started to go down by the Via di San Sisto Vecchio, which also runs along by a wall. At the bottom of the slope there is a mill, with a deep race. Susanna's friend said she would enjoy bathing there.

”We came out, at nightfall, almost opposite the Baths of Caracalla.

”'They ought to knock these ruins down altogether,' I said.

”'Why so?' asked Susanna.

”'Because they appear to be standing here to demonstrate the uselessness of human energy.' Susanna was very little interested as to whether human energy is useful or useless.

”I am, because my own energy forms a part of human energy, and for no other reason.

”We came back past the Forum, but today we did not come upon any funerals. To demand that somebody should die every day and his corpse be carried out at twilight to feed tourists' emotions, would, I think, be demanding too much.

”When we reached her hotel, Susanna let her friend go up first; and as soon as we were alone, she looked at me expressively, placing one hand on her breast, and said to me, in nasal Spanish:

”_'Mi corazon arde en mucha llama.'_

”I don't believe it.”

XXIV. TOURIST INTERLUDE

TRAVELLING

”Susanna said to me: 'I have some inclination for you, but I don't know you well enough. If you feel the same way, come with me. Let us travel together? I am with her, and nevertheless I am convinced that what I am doing is a piece of stupidity.

”We spent this Sunday morning in the train. In the country we saw men at work with great oxen that had long twisted horns. In a swampy field some labourers were draining the ground with great effort. From the train we saw the island of Elba, and Capraia, and the sea as blue as indigo.

”_'Mare nostro,'_ said an elegant gentleman in a fluty voice, and pointed out something on the horizon which he said was Corsica, and he said that it can be seen from far away.

”While all we useless, unoccupied persons gathered in the dining-car, the people in the fields kept on working, bent over in the mud, draining the marshes.

”'What a lot of effort those poor devils have to make to keep us alive.'

I said.

”'We are not kept alive by them,' retorted Susanna.

”'No, we live off of other slaves, who work for us,' I answered her.

'Those out there serve to feed the officers, the effeminate priestlings, all the people that take part in the theatrical performance of the Vatican. Those unfortunates help to uphold the eight basilicas and the three hundred odd churches of Rome.'

”Susanna shrugged her shoulders and smiled.”

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