The Piccinino, Volume 2 (of 2); The last of AldinisSand, George
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The Piccinino, Volume 2 (of 2); The last of Aldinis
Sand, George
French fiction -- Translations into English
Although I am of a reasonably robust organization, as you see, my
father, on comparing me with my brothers, deemed me so frail and sickly
that he would not teach me either to cast the net or to sail a boat. He
simply showed me how to handle the oar with both hands, to row a small
boat, and sent me to Venice to earn my living as an assistant gondolier
for hire. It was a great sorrow and humiliation to me, thus to go into
bondage, to leave my father's house, the seashore and the honorable and
perilous trade of my ancestors. But I had a fine voice, I knew a goodly
number of fragments of Ariosto and Tasso. I had in me the making of an
excellent gondolier, and with time and patience, I might earn fifty
francs a month in the service of artists and strangers.
You do not know, Zorzi--at this point Lelio broke off his narrative and
turned to me--you have no idea how rapidly the taste and appreciation of
music and poetry develop among us common people. We had then and we
still have--although the custom threatens to die out--our troubadours
and poets, whom we call _cupids_; itinerant rhapsodists they are, and
they bring us from the central provinces inaccurate notions of the
mother-tongue, modified, I might more properly say enriched, by all the
genius of the dialects of the north and south. Men of the people, like
ourselves, endowed at once with memory and imaginative power, do not
hesitate at all to blend their curious improvisations with the creations
of the poets. Forever picking up and dropping as they pass some novel
turn of phrase, they embellish their speech and the text of their
authors with a most extraordinary confusion of idioms. We might say that
they preserve the instability of the language in the frontier provinces
and along the coast. In our ignorance we accept as decisive the
decisions of this itinerant academy; and you have often had occasion to
admire, sometimes the energy, sometimes the grotesqueness of the Italian
of our ports as rendered by the singers of the lagoons.
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