Act 2, Scene 14
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We decided to head back to Firenze (Florence) for another weekend, just the two of us, while we still had a few moments spare time. We looked up a new hotel in Lets Go, got the reservations through the tourist office and hopped the train. Train rides through Tuscana (Tuscany) are often a joy. The routes are almost entirely along picturesque valleys surrounded by sunflower fields, vineyards, ancient hilltop towns and crumbling castles that all beckon for you to stop and visit. But this trip I ignored the view outside and sat gazing at Heather, working up my nerve. It took an hour but I finally got brave, or manic, enough to say what I'd been feeling these long weeks, maybe months. |
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"I love you." She smiled, "Awww, now
I feel all fuzzy inside."
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"Love, n. The folly of thinking
much of another before one knows anything of oneself. A temporary insanity
curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under
which he incurred the disorder. This disease, like caries and many other
ailments, is prevalent only among civilized races living under artificial
conditions; barbarous nations breathing pure air and eating simple food
enjoy immunity from its ravages. It is sometimes fatal, but more
frequently to the physician than to the patient." |
OK, maybe my head didn't literally explode, but my brain turned inside out with the realization that she had no earthly idea what was going on around her. Every muscle in my body was drawn tight and I couldnt relax and soften up and be the friendly guy I needed to be at that moment no matter how hard I tried. |
You shouldnt require
much explanation for Violent Femmes' song Prove My Love at this
point: There were other reasons I
was terrified of her rejection. Its probably as obvious to you as it is to me now that Heather didnt quite see it that way. Thank God for Firenze, with its sights to distract and its magic to enchant. |
Ponte Vecchio, "old bridge", once housed butchers and sausage makers. But eventually the Medici and other bankers got tired of the stench from the butchers tossing their garbage into the river so they were kicked out and replaced with gold and jewelry merchants, who still occupy the bridge today. There is some seriously ugly, gaudy overpriced crap for sale here, though if you look long enough you might find something pretty. Personally, I think the prettiest thing is the bridge itself. |
I found some antique photos of Firenze in a flea market in the States a few years later. Judging from the cars in the pictures they're from the 20's but otherwise you couldn't tell much difference from then to now. Strange, coming from Atlanta, where you can barely recognize the town from one month to the next! |
David has been the symbol of Firenze since long before Michelangelo carved his version, but it's his version youll see everywhere you go. The hype is overwhelming and youll begin to doubt just how moved you could possibly be by the real thing after seeing replicas of all sizes in all materials from plastic to plaster, countless photos, drawings, paintings, calendars and postcards on every wall of every shop in town. As if that werent enough, we had all the background details from class so we knew why his proportions were so odd (he was intended to go on a buttress below the dome of the duomo some sixty feet up so when viewed from below hed look evenly proportioned), where he originally stood (in Piazza della Signoria, where a replica now stands. He was moved after some 400 years when a stray rock, thrown during a riot, broke his wrist), and the dates when he was begun (1501), when he was completed (1504), who commissioned the work (The Opera del Duomo) and where he now stands (in the Accademia, of course.)
But regardless of how many replicas I see or how much background I know, every time I see the real deal I come away silent.
It's really something you have to see in person to get the real impact of the work, but then you could say that about most of Italia. They've done a marvelous job with his current home, minimizing the distractions and lighting him perfectly. Michelangelo loved men and it comes out in this work. (Unfortunately, he didn't care much for women and that, too, comes out in his work.) |
Michelangelo's "dying slaves," unfinished works intended for the tomb of Pope Julius II, line the corridor leading up to the David and are almost as equally captivating.
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Another of the antique photos of Firenze, and another copy of the David, this one surrounded by copies of other Michelangelo works from the tombs of the Medici. You can see how the Duomo, halfway across town from this hill, towers above Firenze. |
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