“You imagine that you will make a speech.” “No I don’t.” “Yes you do. I can see it in you. At the Campidoglio you’ll step forward and, suddenly, Cicero. But Alessandro, they won’t let you, and even if they did, you would be speaking to a thousand different conceptions. Everyone has a self-made pass for travel through the terror and sadness of the world, and because, in the end, nothing is sufficient, everyone wants to share his own method, hoping for strength in numbers.
