Il Pardone 2
May 31, 2008
So thus was how I ate my dinner, without an Ounce of spice due to the huffy protestations from the cook. I looked across the dinner table and found Gith Observing the cook with moist & reddened eyes and a Discolouration on his cheek. At this point, my curiosity was aroused and I inquired about his well-being. Gith was spake when the cook interposed he hath pranced in the garden with ill-meaning indulgence and perhaps by accident, upset the spices. Redundant to any manner of recordance, my chuckles ceased when Ms Haltright spake to me, “Is this not a period of famine and drought when we are lounging in exquisite threads, dining on rich food, breathing cleansed air.”
With that reprimand, we Silenc’d.
Ex. 2 from Il Pardone
Il Pardone 1
May 31, 2008
One hath asked me,
HOW do you describe tastes to one who does not eat,
COLOURS to one who does not see,
SMELLS to one who does not give breath?
Is it circular is shape? Does it give off a pungent smell upon proximity? Can it be held in your hands, to be surveyed under the nose for pleasure?
Upon the inquiry I stared at him straight in the eye and told him, “Sadness is a beautiful emotion, why is one not cease to detach the mind to appreciate it?”
Ex. 1 from Il Pardone
