His eyes flick to her, back to the picture, and he almost looks...exasperated?
Out of the blue, he suddenly begins to recite:]
"The Tuscan bard of deathless fame Nursed in his breast a double flame, Unequally divided; And when I say I had his heart, While Laura play'd the second part, I must not be derided.
For my fidelity was such, It merited regard as much As Laura's grace and beauty; She first inspired the poet's lay, But since I drove the mice away, His love repaid my duty.
Through all my exemplary life, So well did I in constant strife Employ my claws and curses, That even now, though I am dead, Those nibbling wretches dare not tread On one of Petrarch's verses."
[Once that is done, he taps the picture again.]
A monument placed in the house of Francesco Petrarca, for the benefit of those that would come to see the house he so often wrote of, a man inspired by the italian poet Virgil. Indubitably the poet you speak of, but there is something you overlooked.
[He leans back, closing his eyes...before opening them again.]
The cat and its monument is a hoax. The poet never once mentioned the cat in his writings, nor was there any mention of it among those that came to visit his grave before it was erected, after which it became a sort of 'meme' among those writers who had gone to visit his house. But since it could never be definitively proven the cat did not once exist with the poet, it could be called an early 'Schrodinger's cat.'
With that said...that suddenly changes the meaning of what is written on the back, does it not?
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His eyes flick to her, back to the picture, and he almost looks...exasperated?
Out of the blue, he suddenly begins to recite:]
"The Tuscan bard of deathless fame
Nursed in his breast a double flame,
Unequally divided;
And when I say I had his heart,
While Laura play'd the second part,
I must not be derided.
For my fidelity was such,
It merited regard as much
As Laura's grace and beauty;
She first inspired the poet's lay,
But since I drove the mice away,
His love repaid my duty.
Through all my exemplary life,
So well did I in constant strife
Employ my claws and curses,
That even now, though I am dead,
Those nibbling wretches dare not tread
On one of Petrarch's verses."
[Once that is done, he taps the picture again.]
A monument placed in the house of Francesco Petrarca, for the benefit of those that would come to see the house he so often wrote of, a man inspired by the italian poet Virgil. Indubitably the poet you speak of, but there is something you overlooked.
[He leans back, closing his eyes...before opening them again.]
The cat and its monument is a hoax. The poet never once mentioned the cat in his writings, nor was there any mention of it among those that came to visit his grave before it was erected, after which it became a sort of 'meme' among those writers who had gone to visit his house. But since it could never be definitively proven the cat did not once exist with the poet, it could be called an early 'Schrodinger's cat.'
With that said...that suddenly changes the meaning of what is written on the back, does it not?