Capitolo 2
portrait--in the moment in which clearly, in the moment in which visually. And the effect, now me
repute again it with a judgment of maturer, it was precisely as a
you also photograph in another way. It was correlated completely not in duration and
space: it was standing alone alone, illuminated above by an only spark,
without the rational connection of forehead to or later him. What conducted to him
all, I didn't have the idea very more weak. I only knew the same event
success; and me, as a statue been standing rooted in his mean.
And this was the Portrait as, for many long months, he/she introduced
it incessantly to my frightened brain, from day and from night, awake
or dormant, in colours more separate than words you/they can possibly paint
them.
I saw me being standing in a great, square room--a very beautiful old man
lodgings, filled with shelves as a library. On a side been standing a
proposes, and on the table a box. A shine of light made the whole one
visible scene. But it was not light that entered through the window.
It was rather as lightning, so rapid it was, and clear, and
brief, and terrible. Intermediary to the door, I was standing, and I looked
in horror to the sight revealed in front of my eyes by that sudden shine.
A disposition of dead man in a small swimming pool of blood that short jet gurgled
from a wound on his/her breast it went away. I didn't also know to the moment
the man was my father; although slowly, later, from the concomitant one
testimony of others, me learnt to call him/it this way. But his/her relationship
it didn't belong to the Portrait to me. He was only there, in my eyes a
man--a man well middle age and passed, with a white and long beard, now
wet with the thick blood from which you/he/she has so hatefully held gurgle
the red stain in his/her vest. He placed on his/her back, round mean-curled
toward an arm, precisely as him it fell. And the revolver that he had been
hit with disposition on the earth not away from him.
But that was not the whole Portrait. The assassin was there as
the victim. Besides the table and the box and the wounded man, and