the temptation came to me to tum and look for the other one who had entered with me, knowing very well, as I did, that my paternal friend Quantorzo’s “dear Vitangelo” was also in me, as was my wife Dida’s “Gengè,” and that the whole of me together for Quantorzo was none other than that same “dear Vitangelo,” and for Dida, none other than her “Gengè”.
