So, thought Amalfitano, his face running with sweat to which microscopic particles of dust adhered, Dieste’s passion for geometry wasn’t something new. And his patrons, in this new light, were no longer friends who got together every night at the club to drink and talk politics or football or mistresses. Instead, in a flash, they became distinguished university colleagues, some doubtless retired but others fully active, and all well-to-do or relatively well-to-do,
