N (Io e Napoleone) Page #3

Troubled?

My recurring dream

he gets sent here of all places...

- and finally...

- Finally what?

My date of birth,

September 9th...

is the same as Harmodius's,

the assassin of the tyrant Hipparchus...

you pointed it out to me.

Harmodius! Come now!

Do not laugh, these are

unmistakable signs from destiny...

the gods are trying

to tell me something...

If gods did exist,

do you think they'd waste time...

sending signs to Martino Papucci

of Portoferraio?

Your head is full

of harebrained ideas.

You're the one who put them there!

You must not only love liberty,

but also your fellow man...

whoever he may be,

or else anyone could say...

"Since I love liberty,

I'll kill anybody I want to."

It sounds like

you've changed your ideas.

Explain this rubbish to me, reason.

Death to the tyrant...

you once approved of this thought.

Thoughts are thought,

it's not obligatory to act on facts.

Damn it!

I'm amazed at you,

you were in Paris in '89...

you lost a son,

a volunteer soldier, in Marengo...

he has no tomb

for you to weep upon.

How dare you say such things,

you beast!

You think I'm bursting with pride...

because the Emperor

is honoring us with his presence?

Think what you will,

you break my heart but I don't care.

You've lived twenty years,

which isn't enough...

to toss them upon the heap

of other corpses who died in vain.

Go back to your family

and be at peace.

- The door is there, leave!

- Alright.

- You've truly disappointed me.

- Out! Out!

Is that you? You startled me!

I came to get some books.

Wait!

Please, don't leave me alone!

Don't leave me alone.

- Why are you crying?

- You always leave me here alone.

My dear sistero

my faraway brother...

father was right.

You were more than a mother

and father for me.

But for youo I was never a son

or affectionate brother.

Destiny has handed me

a more burdensome task...

which you'll learn of

upon reading these words.

I don't expect your forgivenesso

but I beg you for mercy.

You're here, good thing!

I'm leaving.

- Good day.

- Farewell.

That which led to such a firm

decision for a nature like mine...

which never shined

because of this...

was the disdain

for his ominous undertakings...

for the bloodbath

he dragged Europe through...

for having imposed

his hideous persona...

upon each of us

to venerate or hate.

Furthermoreo for the Italian

patriots he betrayed.

Henceo for all of this...

I raise a castigatory hand

to obliterate him.

What pretty words,

I don't understand a thing!

As for your childreno

which I hope you'll have someday...

I beg you to tell them their uncle

immolated himself for their freedom.

With loveo your brother Martino.

Yes, "immaculated",

like the Virgin Mary.

Not immaculated, immolated.

Luigina, what does obliterate

and castigatory mean?

I have no time for such things.

Good morning.

I am Martino Papucci.

- Sir, follow me, please.

- Excuse me, sir.

This way.

His Majesty

is very anxious to meet you.

Come on.

Please, this is the new librarian,

Martino Papucci.

Search him.

That's not necessary.

He's only the librarian.

Go in.

Please.

- I'm only the librarian.

- True.

I am Martino Papucci,

kindly announce my presence.

Please, announce my presence.

You've been announced, lad.

You are requested to reorganize

documents and memos...

by era and topic...

and to transcribe reflections.

It's a tranquil task

I will carry out with pleasure...

with your help, Marchino.

Martino.

- Nice name.

- Thank you.

Always have pen and paper in hand.

You look at me?

Is there something excessive?

Is there something missing?

Speak.

More paunch, less hair?

Eyes... do I still have eagle eyes?

Between you and me...

I don't believe

I ever had eagle eyes.

Enough!

In the morning, I will tend

to useless and important issues.

In the afternoon,

we will work here each day.

It's past noon and I am hungry.

Are you?

Please, lemonade!

Lemon stimulates the appetite

and stops water from fermenting.

Hence, the abdomen doesn't swell.

- Leave now.

- Yes.

Martino is my name!

I even took off my hat!

Would you announce me?

Idiot!

Moron!

Imbecile!

He didn't "oblisterate"

or immolate himself, thank you!

Dish of the day, please.

Today we have macaroni

with sausage and broccoli...

a delicious dish!

- Well?

- What?

- Did you see him?

- Who?

Him! What's he like?

- What do you think he's like?

- Did you speak to him?

Seems he wants

a troop of guards from Elba.

Put in a good word for me...

No need to, he'll enlist anyone,

elderly and children.

There'll be lots of work...

he wants to build

a breakwater barrier.

He'll bring public lighting,

garbage collection.

Since we're becoming

an imperial power...

we'll have to put on airs.

- Bravo.

- That's right.

Imperial power?

What are we, England?

That's an island too!

You'll see how much money...

traffic and commerce come our way.

- It's a miracle!

- A miracle in Elba.

- Not eating?

- I lost my appetite.

It's so delicious.

- What happened?

- He's getting too big for his boots!

That's right.

Where is it?

Diamantina?

Diamantina?

- Yes?

- Where's the key to my desk drawer?

I don't know.

You're obsessed

with being the key master!

I said I don't know.

Why don't you look for it?

You're always trying to take care

of everything.

- What did he say?

- I didn't fully understand...

Why doesn't that path

follow the coastline?

Well actually...

it's always been that way.

Perhaps because

the terrain below is rocky...

while up here it's smooth.

We'll blast through the rock,

ever heard of black powder?

We'll straighten out the path.

Pure genius!

Genial! Genial!

It'll take half a day less

to go from Portoferraio to Marciana.

- Extraordinary.

- Extraordinary.

- How come you never thought of that?

- That's right.

We never thought of that...

Inspector, architect, surveyor...

- descend...

- Yes, sir.

- Observe...

- observe...

- measure...

- measure...

and straighten the path!

On the double!

Aren't you going?

Your Majesty,

I'll dash right down there!

Hey, wait for me.

There, got it!

If it were clearer

I'd be able to see the coast.

Corsica.

My brothers and I would hunt

for seashells...

to give to mother.

Careful, step away from there...

this wind is dangerous.

I was looking for a pencil.

It's true, our only happy moments

are from childhood...

but recalling them is sad.

The day we lose our passion

for seashells...

a passion for ourselves sets in...

which leads us toward vanity...

until death.

Today's compendium?

- Compendium?

- Read me what I said.

- "Blast through the rock..."

- No, my thoughts!

"A throne is nothing

but a velvet adorned platform."

Next one.

"France will always be

a great nation.

What else?

Those who have intense

and constant will, always succeed."

Enough. Thank you.

What's going on?

Majesty, there's a crowd.

The road is blocked...

- we'll clear the way.

- Alright.

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