Voices from the Past

Voices from the Past

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Excerpt: ... is the sum of the two preceding numbers, continuing ad infinitum. And it is true I can divide Fibonacci's number (after the fourteenth in his sequence) by the next highest in number: it is precisely .618034 to 1. .618034 is nature's proportion-her golden mean: it exists in sunflower seeds, shell spirals, spider webs, ferns, the perfect rectangle, in playing cards, the Parthenon's facade. Another night of memories, a night for murder. Incessant wind, rain. Vitelli. But there was more than this young man's death. There was Giamina Andres da Ferrara. GAF. The officials of Milan murdered GAF.the officials!: They had him hung, drawn, and quartered, in the Public Square. GAF. I fled to Mantua, as if I could forget in Mantua! So much of life is fleeing. So much is trying to forget. Rain. Those youthful faces.Vitelli, 24 years old.Ferrara, 33 years old.artists. good men.friends. Perhaps there is something to be said about this remote chateau, this little manor house, these woodlands, paths, fields, this Loire; I should be able to put these things together and say something; when I am alone here, or alone with Francesco and Maturina, when I sit in my studio or in the library or walk in the fields or along the Loire, I hear something like wisdom: it seems to suggest greater dedication, calm, calmness, like a stag in a clearing, alert, watching. August 15, 1518 Another summer at Cloux. (I have not written my journal for months). Birds-orioles and finches-are singing along the river. Willows and birds for miles. Old trees, some of them half-drowned by a heavy rain, seem determined to flourish. Where the Loire widens, meadows of water form islands. Yesterday or the day before, Francesco and I spent most of a morning searching for a species of frog that interests me. We crossed and recrossed the river at shallow points. Close to the chateau, by the tenth century bridge, I waded over slippery rock. There I fell. Old shanks! I'll just lie...show more

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  • Paperback | 648 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 33mm | 1,139g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236709209
  • 9781236709202