"Let me try to set forth, however droll it may sound, the point of view of a certain class of people, supposing they exist, who might think that this particular fountain ought never to be cleaned"--and there ensued a discussion, lasting about half an hour, in the course of which I elaborated, artfully and progressively, my own thesis, and forged, in the teeth of some lively opposition, what struck me as a convincing argument in favour of leaving the fountain alone. "Then that is why you come to Italy. On account of a certain fountain, which ought never to be cleaned." "I said on account of places like this. And I ought to have added, on account of moments such as these." "Are those your two reasons?" "Those are my two reasons." "Then you have thought about it before?" "Often." One should never pass for an imbecile, if one can help it. "But listen. Surely it is sometimes two o'clock in the afternoon, in your country?" "I used that word moment in a pregnant sense," I reply. "Pregnant: when something is concealed or enclosed within. What is enclosed within this moment? Our friendly conversation." "But listen. Surely folks can converse in your country?" "They can talk." "I begin to understand why you come here. It is that difference, which is new to me, between conversing and talking. Is the difference worth the long journey?" "Not to everybody, I daresay." "Why to you?" "Why to me? I must think about it." One should never pass for an imbecile, if one can help it. "What is there to think about? You said you had thought about it already.... Perhaps there are other reasons?" "There may be." "There may be?" "There must be. Are you satisfied?" "Ought I to be satisfied before I have learnt them?" "I find you rather fatiguing this afternoon. Did you hear about that murder in Trastevere last night and how the police----" "But listen. Surely you can answer a simple question. Why do you come to Italy...?" Why does one come here? A periodical visit to this country seems an ordinary and almost automatic proceeding--a part of one's regular routine, as natural as going to the barber or to church. Why seek for reasons? They are so hard to find. One tracks them to their lair and lo! there is another one lurking in the background, a reason for a reason.