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The course of history has not only been defined by conflicts but also by the visions of emperors, princes and kings who built amazing fortresses, castles and palaces. Medieval siege forts with Gothic fortifications, the rebirth of the art and ideas of classical antiquity, splendid Renaissance buildings, the opulence of baroque palaces, the intricate playfulness of the rococo style - throughout history, architecture has been a symbolic statement of power and authority, a representation of ancestry and birthright.

Even the reinterpretation of the golden age in classicism and 19th century historicism, and the return to linearity perpetuate the spirit of ancient beauty and embody the longing for harmony and unity between art and nature. This selection of architectural highlights - a journey through the eras - promises exciting encounters with a wide variety of styles. In the beginning was the castle The Middle Ages, the time of knights and chivalry, was the heyday of castle building: thousands of fortresses were constructed all over Germany, with the turreted walls and towers that make them seem so romantic to us today.

These bastions of Gothic and Romanesque architecture are treasure troves of sagas, legends and fairytales but also reminders of the grim power battles in which their owners once engaged. A declaration of love to antiquity In general cultural terms the word Renaissance means the "rebirth" of antiquity, but in its narrower, art-historical sense it indicates references to the architecture of classical antiquity and different aspects of its formal language. Besides a rediscovery of architectural features such as columns, pillars and capitals, this style is also associated with an intense preoccupation with nature and the use of harmony and proportion to create beauty.

Showpieces of Renaissance architecture combine elements of classical thought with magnificent ornamentation. Translation - Italian Immergetevi nella romantica atmosfera di tempi lontani e lasciatevi avvolgere dal respiro della storia che soffia tra rovine vecchie di secoli. Complessi selezionati rapiscono in un viaggio attraverso le diverse epoche e promettono incontri emozionanti con le diverse tendenze stilistiche. The cocoa bean is a major natural source for health; it contains hundreds of different components with health-enhancing attributes. Two premises were clear from the beginning: First, while the new products should offer a better nutritional profile, they still had to taste great.

Making use of the natural sweetness of the cocoa bean. One of the challenges food manufacturers face today is meeting the need of consumers for less sugar in their daily diet. Many sugar-reduced products replace sugar with sugar alcohol. Such products can have a laxative effect, and are therefore not suited for children.

Barry Callebaut has been able to develop the first sugar-reduced chocolate in which part of the sugar is replaced by origin dietary fibers coming from the cocoa bean. Making use of the power of polyphenols. Polyphenols are natural antioxidants present in many fruits and vegetables.

They help protect the body against a wide variety of illnesses, degenerative conditions and infections caused by free radicals, which can damage body cells. This damage accelerates the ageing process and causes the degeneration of functions such as vision and the nervous system. Cocoa beans contain both a large quantity and a huge variety of the polyphenols. Cocoa polyphenols are normally lost in the chocolate making process. At the same time, these chocolates taste good.

This is five times more than red wine and nine times more than green tea. This is four times more than normal milk chocolate. Several financial analysts confirmed that we have a compelling story to tell. We believe this has paradigm-shifting implications for the chocolate industry. Sfruttare la dolcezza naturale del seme di cacao. Sfruttare il potere dei polifenoli.

Si tratta di antiossidanti naturali presenti in numerosi frutti e vegetali. Un danno che accelera il processo di invecchiamento e compromette il sistema nervoso e funzioni quali la visita. Senza rinunciare al gusto. Restate sintonizzati! French to Italian: Intervista al Dr. MPN Pourquoi est-ce douloureux? MPN Est-ce utile de mettre une attelle pendant la nuit?

XC Non. XC Oui. MPN Et le pied plat est-ce une maladie? XC Pas toujours. Translation - Italian Intervista al Dr. Cosa la affascina maggiormente di questa specializzazione? XC Si distinguono due tipi principali di alluce valgo. XC I dolori possono essere di tre tipologie diverse. MPN Sussiste poi il rischio di avere ancora problemi in seguito a un intervento chirurgico? Sono anche possibili delle recidive.

Questi due ultimi problemi possono essere dovuti a fattori biologici o a una tecnica chirurgica insufficiente. XC Non sempre. XC I supporti plantari sono indicati per il trattamento degli stadi precoci del piede piatto, sempre che il re-tropiede sia flessibile, quindi riducibile. Per rispondere alle loro esigenze volumetriche ma anche per aumentare ulteriormente la loro efficacia, i supporti devono essere spesso abbinati a calzature solide.

MPN Cosa si fa quando si opera un piede piatto? Ma si sente molto meno parlare di protesi della caviglia. A quando risalgono le prime protesi e attualmente sono utilizzate spesso? MPN Quali funzioni consentono queste protesi e per chi sono progettate? Un altro grande gruppo di pazienti a cui sono indirizzate le protesi comprende i casi di degenerazione della caviglia nella poliartrite reuma-toide. Non esistono ancora dati sufficienti per stabilire con sicurezza il comporta-mento futuro di questi impianti. XC Nella maggior parte dei casi, i trattamenti conservativi e preventivi occupano una posizione di primo piano nel panorama terapeutico delle patologie del piede e della caviglia.

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Vote Promote or demote ideas. View forum View forum without registering on UserVoice. My specific is in an entirely different category than alcohol. Alcohol slows down the replacement of matter, while mine precipitates it; alcohol hinders the functioning of the heart to the point of exhaus- tion, while my specific facilitates it so much that the entire organ- ism succumbs to it.

Take note: when the organ that is the source of life encounters no obstacles in an entirely vital organism, it defies the organism and kills it. Clementi helped me to construct this theory, which eventually buried my discovery. Actually - I openly admit - all the words are his. And this theory, or rather these words, necessarily led me to the antidote for the Menghi Alcohol.

I had hoped to achieve an economy of the vital forces so that life would be immeasurably prolonged. That would have been enough for me! Life is no longer brief, not even for you! I implore you to con- sider for a moment: if one of the inventors of those terrible, modern explosives had indeed hesitated to share this invention with our immature humanity, would you understand why? For me, this concern was exacerbated by a promise I gave to the dearest person I know while on her deathbed. After reading this memoir, you will certainly understand the importance of my discovery and studies, but also the reason for my concerns.

The specific - you must have already imagined - was a type of organotherapy. I extracted it from an animal know for its longevity par excellence. Do not think that it is a certain fresh-water fish whose life - as it has been verified in certain parks - lasts beyond three centuries.

Non sanno prendere ma afferrano, non sanno lasciare ma gettano. Hanno inoltre la veglia e il sonno intensi e brevi. La mia scoperta era fatta o, meglio, il mio lavoro era terminato. Trovo fra le mie carte il bollettino su cui registrai la mia scoperta.

Porta la data del cinque Maggio. Yet again it was the Menghi Alcohol that provided me with the elements of these ascertained observations. The animals and humans who were injected with that abbreviator of life had rapid, nay violent movements. Furthermore, they were mostly awake with only bouts of brief, intense slumber.

Their day lasts twelve hours or less, rather than twenty-four. The perennial animal I speak about has a day that lasts a year I know where your thoughts are headed, but they mislead you , its move- ments are slow, secure and intentional. Even if you were to guess which animal this is, you would never discover the organ I used to extract the serum.

In our organism there is a mitigator! When I conjured up the theory for the antidote to the Menghi Alcohol, I remembered having once observed a vivisection, the consequences of which I did not immediately com- prehend. Then I performed an experiment that luminously confirmed my idea. I deprived an animal of that organ and poisoned it with morphine. I concluded: The mitigating organ is blind like all of our other organs and its function - only beneficial as long as it is surrounded by vital organs - becomes an abbreviator of life when this vitality is about to cease.

Although weakened, it halts the impulse that would have just been barely sufficient. My discovery was complete or, better yet, my work was finished. The rest had to be left to the most hidden functions of nature. If my Annina I named my serum in honor of my mother performed like thyroxin or oxytocin, which both enter the blood-stream and act on the source without needing to pass through the organ whose insufficiency they compensate for, then my moderator would prob- ably no longer relieve, but impede the effort.

Then, and only then, would there result the vital economy I sought. Among my papers, I found the report on my discovery. The date was May 5th. Il ricordo del grande dalle sessanta pulsazioni normali mi diede una speranza che mi rese addirittura malato. Le prove mi costarono molto e il mio piccolo bilancio ne fu subito dissestato. Mia madre! Io non so se alcuno di voi abbia conosciuta mia madre. Scusate se vi parlo di mia madre, ma, come vedrete, essa ap- partiene al mio argomento. Mio padre tenne per lunghi anni a Venezia un negozio di droghe molto importante.

The memory of that great man with sixty regular pulsations gave me so much hope that made even me sick. What if more than the elongation of life I had actually achieved something else, something greater yet! The experiments required a great deal from me, and my tiny budget was suddenly unbalanced. These studies kept me from diligently dedicating myself to my practice, so my richest clients abandoned me after the failure of the Menghi Alcohol, which was presented by some of my colleagues as the rabbles of a madman.

These difficulties led me to confide in my mother. My mother! This much I know: if one of you has ever seen her, if only for a brief moment, you will never forget her. Tall, straight, very black eyes, sweet and imperious at the same time, a youthful complexion in contrast to a full head of white hair, but a pure white, like fresh snow. Pardon me if I speak to you about my mother but, as you can see, she is crucial to my discussion.

For many years my father owned an important pharmacy in Venice. At the age of thirty-five, after five years of marriage, he gave in to a wicked lifestyle. He had mistresses, he gambled and - I believe but am not certain - he succumbed to the vice of drinking. Fortunately, my mother was immediately aware of his transfor- mation. As long as he was alive, it was a daily struggle against him, first of all because he always wanted more money, and then it was a struggle against the impatient creditors who came from all over to claim their money, and against the lenders who no longer wanted to giv him credit.

Morto mio padre la bella figura si eresse di nuovo per curvarsi solo nel singhiozzo frequente. Ed essa parlava con- tinuamente del marito morto avendo dimenticato di lui i cinque o sei ultimi anni. Essa accumulo in commercio in breve tempo una piccola fortuna apprendendo da se tutti quei complicati particolari che costituiscono la scienza commerciale. Poi oltre agli affari ebbe sempre da attendere anche alla casa. Io che la conoscevo commerciante fino al midollo, calcolatrice come un banchiere, astuta e previdente, esitante e dubbiosa ad ogni decisione che potesse implicare la diminuzione di un utile oppure una piccola perdita, fui stupito e commosso di vederla accogliere immediatamente la mia proposta.

She claimed to be the unhappiest woman up until the last day of her pitiful existence. Now that my father was dead, this beautiful woman stood erect once again, succumbing only to occasional bouts of crying. And she constantly spoke of her dead husband, forgetting his last five or six years. In a short time, she accumulated a small fortune in the market, learning all of those complicated particulars of commercial science on her own. I do not believe it often happens that a woman, who is not of a certain culture, has such ease in understanding everything.

Then, she always had to do something for the business and in the house. She granted me help with astounding readiness. I, who knew her as a business-woman down to the marrow, a calculator like a banker, astute and provident, hesitant and dubious in every deci- sion that could implicate a decrease in profits or even a small loss, I was amazed and touched when she immediately welcomed my proposal.

She quickly calculated: she could give me a monthly stipend of lire for three years, exactly the amount I required. Neither to me, nor to her was the probability of having to re- open a pharmacy seen as a severe threat. Prima non aveva conosciuto che agita- zione e stanchezza; ora invece soffriva oltre che di agitazione e di stanchezza anche di noia. Erano molti anni che non si lavorava insieme. Questo metodo ebbe delle conseguenze non so se buone o cattive pel mio avvenire. Before she only knew agitation and fatigue, but now she suffered from boredom, in addition to agitation and fatigue.

Running a household and ordering a servant around was not enough for someone like my mother, who ran a business with two or three employees and various laborers. The household was very closely supervised and had but one defect: order was discussed too often. Whoever sold us the meat or the vegetables had to stay alert because everything that came into the house was weighed, examined, and sifted through, and mamma found a way to work in both the small casetta and the large business.

About my mother, I must still say that she was a big egoist with an egoism that only I understood. And when I was a boy, for my sake and with great effort, she tolerated someone being in our back room; however, her antipathy seeped out all too clearly, so that soon enough everyone abandoned me and I was left to enjoy the back room and afternoon snack alone. She reserved her smiles and courteous words for clients; I knew completely different smiles and words and I felt her insincerity. When she felt inclined to advise me to sacrifice my glory and the results from my studies in favor of the others whom she did not love, I had to obey because the reasons which induced her to such a request had to be rather strong.

From the day I asked for her assistance, she requested to work with me. We had not worked together for many years. She taught me to read in her study, and I remember how she was ready to help and teach me only then to abandon me, running off to her affairs. I think I derived from it a fever- ish yearning to put every one of my ideas into action, a yearning that can sometimes push me to premature communications, but which all at once forces me to specify synthetically my ideas while others lose time in error and illusion.

I understand that the idea is immediately realized in the laboratory, but in an imprecise form. I admit a semblance between the evolved animal and the unevolved one, but I do not admit likeness. My experiments with the Annina are enough to establish this difference. Nel primo caso si avrebbe una morte per esaurimento; nel secondo per abbru- ciamento. E avete osservato come il cervello funzioni egregiamente in individui il cui cuore abbia declinato?

Non avevo oramai che da dire una parola e mamma pensava il mio pensiero. Avevo bisogno di una tale collaborazione! I only had to produce a sufficient quantity of the Annina in order to proceed with subsequent experi- ments. The greater part of our time was dedicated to discussing and clarifying the theory.

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She understood easily and quickly, though I had to use the least scientific language possible to make her better understand. Indeed, I resorted to a language which science refutes. Animal life is comparable to boiling a cauldron of water placed on a fire whose fuel is limited. This boiling can end because the fuel is entirely depleted or because the water evaporates. In the first case, one would have death by exhaustion; in the second, combus- tion. Now, it is evident that animal life is assured by an excess of heat- I mean to say that the equilibrium between the water and fire is not perfect and so the life could last longer if the boiling was diminished.

For example, it is evident that the heat released by our body is a loss. How much of this loss is necessary to protect our periphery? To be more precise: it is noted that usefully employing the force manifested and therefore lost by the heart in twenty- four hours could lift 4, kilograms one meter high.

Quite the excess! How much of this force is necessary to nourish our life and how much is lost or is harmful? The future of hygienic science lies in the solution to such a problem. Nevertheless, I know that this force is excessive and I know it, first of all, for the fact that many individuals whose manifest heat was inferior proved to be stronger than those with a fast-pulse and heat seeping from every pore.

The latent force is the only force. What we perceive with our senses or measure with our instruments is the loss of force. And have you observed how the brain functions egregiously in individuals with an abated heart? I have found lucid, nay acute, minds in people whose pulse was too weak and too slow to be measured.

I gave up everything for the pleasure of making my mother feel the greatness and originality of my idea. By then I only had to say one word and mamma could understand my thought. I needed such a collaboration! Usually when I work, I get lost in my rever- ies. I stop to contemplate the eventual consequences of my ideas, I caress them, I admire my future success and I forget the work necessary to realize them.

This was not possible with my mother. She brought the systems which had greatly benefitted her in busi- ness to the laboratory. Mi arresto a contemplare le ultime conseguenze delle mie idee, le accarezzo, ne ammiro il futuro suc- cesso e oblio il lavoro necessario per realizzarle. Essa portava seco in laboratorio i sistemi che tanto le avevano giovato negli affari. Con un decigrammo nel sangue si uccideva un cane giovine e forte in quaranta secondi. Dapprima mia madre non voleva credere si trattasse di una morte reale.

La rassicurai dicendole che il caso era stato previsto. Il siero di cui avevo a servirmi doveva essere ben altrimenti elaborato di questo. Essa rimase commossa e per lungo tempo dubbiosa. Preparai un coniglio con iniezioni seguite per varii giorni di dosi minime di Annina. Ne raccolsi il sangue che, steriliz- zato, considerai quale il siero voluto. Svegliai mia madre alla mattina per presentarle il frutto del mio lavoro. Mia madre guardava invece la povera bestiola aspettandosi di vederla morire. A decigram in the blood killed a young, strong dog in forty seconds.

At first, my mother did not want to believe the death had happened. She stroked the dog, trying to make it come back to life. The serum I wanted to use eventually had to be much more developed than this one. She was excited and, for a long time, dubious. That pushed me to work feverishly to remove any such doubt from her as soon as possible. I prepared a rabbit for successive injec- tions of minimum doses of Annina over several days. I drew some blood, which, when sterilized, I believed to be the right serum. I did all of this work gingerly in order to surprise my mother.

Thus commenced that memorable day of June 2nd with a triumph I have never had before in my life. I woke up my mother in the morning to show her the fruits of my labor. She got dressed in a flash and followed me to the labora- tory where the rabbit soon received the first-ever injection of An- nina. The fact that it actually lived made my mother flush with ad- miration. What was only the application of my serum to a process invented by others arose more wonder in her than my own original idea. Only from this was her lack of scientific preparation apparent. The injected rabbit exhibited various phenomena.

It ceased to eat for many hours, and when it did eat, after being placed among and confronted with the other rabbits, it appeared to be less vora- cious and slower in its movements. Except when it shook, it was evidently taken by a kind of stupor. Il mio faceva un balzo formidabile quando era minacciato la prima volta; era invece incapace di farne un se- condo se minacciato immediatamente una seconda volta.

Cadeva subito nel menzionato stato di stupefazione e si lasciava afferrare trasalendo inerte. Anche arrivando a constatare in essi quel mutamento di vita consono - se- condo le mie teorie - al loro mutamento fisico, non mi sarei trovato avanzato di molto. Solo la constatazione di un mutamento di tutta la funzione vitale - mutamento che in gran parte doveva sfuggire alla verifica mediante istrumenti - poteva giovarmi. Non ebbi esitazioni! Quante volte non vengono lesi dal suono e dalla luce? Dei sentimenti poi non parlo.

It suddenly fell into the aforementioned state of stupor and allowed itself to be caught, wincing inertly. In the dining room that evening, we continued to chat about the Annina. Where would those animal experiments lead me? Even if I managed to verify in them a change of life that was consonant with their physical change - according to my theories - I would not end up advancing a great deal. Only observing a change of the entire vital functions - a change that largely escapes instrumental verification - could help me.

I did not hesitate! That same evening I would inject the Annina into my own veins. The liveliest hope was reborn in me. There are not many examples in medicine of subjective obser- vation, but there are some and they are quite strange. The famous Napolitano doctor with nephritis was one of the first advocates of the milk cure.

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From the beginning, he subjectively intuited its beneficial effect, and later he proved it by objectively verifying the decrease of albumin. Now, more than any other method, could sub- jective experimentation provide a conclusive outcome verifying an intensity of life which, in my opinion, must primarily demonstrate a decrease in the vivacity of the senses and sentiments.

Because, if the Annina demonstrated the efficacy I hoped for, it would decrease what I call attrition. Now, what is our greatest attrition that squan- ders our strength without us realizing it? Our sense of perception is sometimes not enough - I recognize this - but it mainly errs for too much sensibility. How often is it ruined by sound or light? Thus I do not speak about sentiments. The excessive joys and the excessive anxieties of the mind decimate humanity. In my head I anticipated the effect the Annina would have on me. I figured that the Annina must become the drug for intellectu- als, not for textbooks.

I have already said how I believe in the neces- sity of a manifestly strong heart for brain performance. Ne adoperai una dose molto maggiore di quella usata pel coniglio che non mi parve abbastanza anninizzato. Devo confes- sarlo: Mettendo il liquido nel tubetto mi tremava la mano e il cuore mi batteva. Ma non seppi at tendere. Presi un foglio di carta, lo posi sul tavolo da notte assieme ad una matita per fissare subito sulla carta le osservazioni fatte. Una calma as- soluta e nel mio organismo.

Mi sento agitato. Ore 10 e Ho paura di perdere i sensi. Not long after locking myself in my bedroom, I injected myself with the Annina. I used a much larger dose than what I used on the rabbit, which did not seem to be anninized enough. I must confess that while I pulled the liquid into the syringe, my hand was trembling and my heart was beating wildly. That courageous inventor who passed 2, volts through his heart in order to prove the harmlessness of alternating current, must have had similar feel- ings.

Perhaps I should have acted more prudently by postponing the experiment until the following day and noting my discovery in the meantime, because one of my colleagues would experiment later. I put a piece of paper and pencil on the bedside table so I could immediately record my observations.

There is an abso- lute clam in my organism. My pulse is eighty-four and is clear. The injection point on my arm burns. My temperature is I can count the heartbeats in my ear while resting on the pillow and I can determine that it is synchronized with the pulse. An actual circulatory perturbation is excluded.

A storm has erupted in my organism and seems to be surging. It began with a deafening noise inside my ears, so much so that it appeared to be external. At first, it was a burst, as if the air pressure outside exploded eight panes of glass in my bedroom with a single strike. And now it continues, deafening and threatening, as if something enormously intricate were approaching. Watching the gas-flame next to my bed reflect motionless in the mirror was enough for me to understand that all the noise was inside me, and not external.

I was terrified to remember the enormous dose of Annina I had injected. With a very lucid state of mind, I scolded myself. Professor Arrigoni was right to describe me as such a quantitative thinker who would quickly measure an abyss by throwing myself in. Ricordo con terrore la dose enorme di Annina che mi sono iniettata. Mi faccio dei rimproveri con mente lucidissima.

Che avessi la febbre? Voglio provare. Non arrivai a provare il polso. Ora am- monta a 66; 18 pulsazioni meno di iersera. Rileggo la descrizione fatta del malessere da cui fui colto iersera. Ma come completarla? Ricordo che prima mormorai: - Collasso! Non ricordo altro! Quando ritornai in me ero mutato del tutto. Polmone e cuore dovevano lavorare perfet- tamente.

Sentivo ancora un certo peso alle gambe e mi parevano sempre lontane. Could I have a fever? I want to check. I reread the de- scription of the malaise that took over me last night. How imperfect it is! But how to finish it? The terminology of medical science is too impoverished to be able to express my subjective impressions! My unease increased so much that I had to abandon the pencil; I stretched out on the bed and lost my senses. My lips no longer held back the saliva running down my cheeks, and I was suddenly aware that my respiration was short and precipitous.

The bedroom seemed completely dark. Only a yellow plate reflected on my retina: the gas-flame, from which no light irradiated and at which I think I must have stared unceasingly, because even now the poor, miserable thing remained imprinted on me, like it was before, cold and small, my only point of contact with the external world. I was dying! Down there, my legs seemed distant, well outside of the bed, and were enormously heavy. I remember nothing else! This morning I realized I must have gone through a delirious attack, because the blankets and pillow were violently strewn about.

When I returned to consciousness, everything had changed. It seemed I had come out of a benign attack of pneumonia; the euphoria was absolute. The lungs and heart had to be working perfectly. I felt neither my breath nor my heartbeat. Yet I felt a certain weight in my legs and they always seemed distant. That certainly meant a weakening of the senses. I must have smiled from the satisfaction of being so exactly right. Touching my bare feet with my hand took considerable effort. They were warm.

But immediately I deduced that this act had done nothing but verify the difference in temperature between the two extremi- ties. I searched for the thermometer. It had to be somewhere in the bed. Debbo aver sorriso dalla soddisfazione di aver pensato tanto esatta mente. Fu con isforzo che toccai con una mano i piedi nudi. E stetti immoto senza fare alcuno sforzo per liberare il mio letto dalle altre scheggie di vetro che dovevano trovarvisi. Mi baloccai per lungo tempo immobile con le mie idee. Ero certo che avrei potuto balzare dal letto e correre a fare le mie annotazioni.

Ma non mi mossi. Non lo guardai e mi limitai di consta- tare che la notte era alta. Esso sentiva debolmente i rumori che io pro ducevo movendomi nel letto. Passai ad analizzare la mia forza visiva. Mentre al momento di svenire avevo visto la fiamma di gas quale un pezzetto di metallo lucido, ora scorgevo perfetta- mente che la fiamma era una fiamma ma pure mi parve non illu- minasse a sufficienza la stanza. Nello specchio la fiamma si rifletteva attenuata di poco.

I was regretful. But if I had found it whole, would I have used it? Instead I stayed motionless without making any effort to clean the shards of glass from the bed, which had to be around somewhere. For a while I frittered the time away, immobile, with only my ideas. My thought lingered on the annotations and I lingered on the thought of what I would write if I were to write it.

For now, I would look at the clock to establish how much time I had spent unconscious. For me to raise my head just beyond the bedside table in order to see the clock would have been enough, but I did not make any such effort. I rested supine, blithe in the confirmation of one of my hopes for my Annina: I did not impetuously rush into action and I was proud about the idea that by now I was able to measure an abyss without throwing myself in. Would I have measured it before? Thinking about the annotations pestered me, and without any intention to reach for the pencil and take it in hand, I analyzed my senses.

My hearing certainly appeared weaker. It feebly sensed the noises I made from moving around in the bed. I then analyzed my vision. The reflected flame attenuated slightly in the mirror. Exhausted from the effort, I closed my eyes and relaxed. The effort required to perceive an object was largely compensated for by the acuteness of vision. I could analyze the slightest hue of color.

Until then a gas-flame was only yellow, with some red and blue reflection at the base-in short, foolishly yellow. Now I saw it was not so and in the flame I discovered more dispa- rate gradations of those various tones. The flame spoke! I hoisted my neck up a bit and stared into the darkness, attempting to see the wardrobe, which had to be next to the mirror. Fino ad allora una fiamma di gas era stata per me gialla con qualche riflesso rosso e azzurra alla base; stupidamente gialla insomma.

Quella fiamma par lava! Come tutti gli oggetti sono belli se visti con una forza che superi almeno quella di chi li guar da per moversi fra di loro! E lo rividi sempre fosco e oscuro quando abitava una stanza mai rischiarata nella nostra prima abi- tazione a Venezia; una sola finestra cui il sole non arrivava mai causa la stretta calle su cui guardava. Mastodontico armadio che ricettava allora serio, serio i miei primi vestitini corti. Riposai di nuovo dello sforzo mentre il mio pensiero non cercava riposo.

The wardrobe was an ancient chest, mas- sive, baroque, from a distasteful era, its luster faded, on the sides there were two pretentious mullions from whose gable-ends hung grape clusters. I never saw it like that before and, being an object I had had since childhood, I was astonished to see it in such a sur- prisingly strange way. As all objects are beautiful when viewed with an effort that exceeds the basest attempt from those who wish simply to move among them!

Although it was the first time I remembered looking at that wardrobe with such an eye, my vision of that mo- ment was compressed with all of the visions I had had of that wardrobe since childhood. And I see it again, always grim and obscure, when it inhabited a room in our first home in Venice that was never cleared out. A single window where the sun never shined through because of the small alley over which it peered. That mam- moth wardrobe which dependably held my first baby clothes. Inside was a strong odor of lavender that mamma loved so much. More than once I saw it outdoors on a barge looking shabbier than usual, various split grapes in its clusters.

Those grapes were still missing, but compared to the rest of the wardrobe, the wounds of yellow wood now appeared as if they were bleeding. They had not healed, but even time had matched their colors. I rested again from the effort while my thoughts sought no such rest. All that I had expected was coming true: diminished life could better concentrate in certain directions. The physiologists from a century ago said: half or more of the human body is dead.

Perhaps I augmented the dead portion, but I intensified the life of the living portion. Even my legs were more alive, if I wanted. Directing my attention thus, my sensibility sud- denly increased and, without looking, only from sensation did I clearly feel the gentleness of the soft wool. Dawn came in the meantime. Io forse aumentavo la parte morta ma intensificavo la vita della parte viva. Subiva ora una luce antipatica, cor- rotta dal giallo della fiamma a gas. Poi a me parve di non arrivare ad addormentarmi.

Nello stesso tempo il pensiero a tanto lavoro che dovevo compiere mi faceva soffrire. Eppure dormivo. In undici ore constatai in me tre stadii. II primo di cui non so la durata era stato contrassegnato dalla perdita totale dei sensi. Soon it became the most important aspect in the room. How beautiful it was, waking up in this manner under the red curtains. Tired, I tried to rest. My last visual impression was once again the wardrobe, which had seen so many dawns without ever being so intensely observed. Now it suffered from an unpleasant light, corrupted by the yellow of the gas-flame.

Then I was unable to fall asleep. I conjured up future experiments to perform.

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First, I had to see if the Annina was compounded in our organism, and whether it were possible to undertake treatment with daily microdoses where the dosage would be measured sim- ply by personal observation. Then, I had to investigate whether one might develop a dependence on the Annina, and whether this dependence would eliminate the violent attack or maybe even all effects. At the same time, I suffered from the thought of all the work I had to do. And yet, I slept. As soon as my thoughts animated me, I was completely awake; the transition was so short. Then I fell back into a torpor that was nothing but sleep, a long, long sleep, a half-vigil; the sleep of the animal who had provided the Annina.

And I had known it, I felt the desire for the deepest, most restora- tive sleep, and it seemed that when I tried to approach something or someone, it only got further away. Over eleven hours, I noted three distinct stages. In the second, I had a very lucid mind but slow and pitiful movements; actually, I shall characterize them in this way: no perception without desire. I conclude: to enjoy the rest the Annina provides, it should have never been invented.

Then, even those truly imperfect annotations were interrupted. Nella notte intera deve aver persistito in me un offuscamento di coscienza. Qui anche queste annotazioni tanto imperfette sono interrotte. Egli si scalda anzi si scalmana per tutto e per tutti.

E anche dopo egli diagnostica e studia e alma- nacca e assiste alle sezioni cadaveriche. Clementi walked in with a suspi- cious look, which indicated that he was in possession of terrible news. He was stressed and irate because, as I later learned, he had beckoned me for more than half an hour. I was always somewhat distracted but never enough not to hear Dr. Since I will be dead when the public learns of my memoir, one can assume that Dr.

Clementi will be long forgotten by then.

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His exuberance of life must make him go down the road much sooner than others who are endowed with more potent moderating organs. He gets heated up, no, he gets enraged about everything and everyone. I know him well because for two years I worked as his secondary at the hospital. Those two years seem to have happened under a railway bridge on which boundless trains furiously come and go. How noisy that man is! Anyway, for him, every one of his patients is his own strange adventure affecting only him, and he talks, and talks, and talks endlessly about it. When he sees the patient on the first day, he immediately begins to diagnose, and he diagnoses the second day, the third day, and the fourth day until the patient either heals or dies.

And, even after, he diagnoses and studies and daydreams and attends the autopsy. If his diagnosis was right, he talks about it so that it seems he was more surprised than everyone else. One can say that he is not a braggart only because he is a scientist. The house doctor trembles when Dr. Clementi comes as a consultant. He certainly does not intend to do harm to anyone, but seeing as every patient of his has at least three diseases, it is unlikely that the house doctor had spoken about all three.

Quando entra in una casa quale consulente, il medico di casa trema. E pensai di raccontargli della mia scoperta e di pregarlo di fame una prova su lui. Contemporanea mente ebbi varie idee. Pareva tentasse di consolarmi prima di darmi una cattiva nuova. Aveva alzate le braccia e poggiate le mani sulle mie spalle per segnare un abbraccio che causa la differenza di statura non era possibile.

Hai un sonno tu! Mia madre e il suo e il mio affetto erano dimenticati del tutto ed io non ricordavo altro che quel cuore colpito da esuberanza di vita. My first thought was: providence delivers me the person who needs the Annina more than anyone. And I thought about informing him of my discovery and to beg him to try it himself.

Coincidentally, I had various ideas. Among them, trying the An- nina on a fitful lunatic would be more conclusive proof than trying it on Dr. Clementi…but just barely. With an effort that must have expended a great deal, he suppressed his anger toward me for not having responded earlier. He assumed an air of commiseration that did not foretell anything positive. It appeared as if he were trying to console me before delivering the bad news.

The small, nervous man almost leaned on me. He raised his arms and placed his hands on my shoulders to indicate a hug, which was not possible due to the difference in stature. Quite the sleep you had! Clementi spoke about a passive aneurism and gave me hope he himself did not share, how was it that I still lingered on my creation? Half an hour later she had the attack.

Clementi chimed in.

Vedendomi impallidire aggiunse con una carezza paterna: - Non perdere il coraggio. Io piuttosto che fare una dia- gnosi ho sentito il pericolo -. Poi ricordo che oltre che suo cliente ero suo collega. Quando entrai da mia madre il mio piano scientifico era fatto; la cura doveva consistere in iniezioni a dose lievissima di Annina ripetute giornalmente.

Non piansi. Celai i miei aridi occhi con la mano e mi lasciai cadere ginocchioni accanto al letto. Il caso di mia madre era tipico. Un grido, un solo grido ed essa - se io non intervenivo - correva precipitosamente alla morte. Se anche avessi dubitato della diagnosi del dottor Clementi, mi sarebbe toccato di convincermi al solo vedere mia madre. Rather than making a diagnosis, I understood the danger. Due to my intimate coldness and the idea prevailing within me, my behavior was hesitant to the point that I was amazed she did not notice.

I did not cry. I concealed my arid eyes with my hand and I let myself fall, kneeling beside her bed. She raised her arm slowly and, staying supine, she gave me her hand, which I kissed. It appeared like sobbing, but I knew perfectly well that my breath was not hindered by anything but the hope to save a life with the Annina. A shout, a single shout, and - if I did not intervene - she would race precipitously to death.

Even if I doubted Dr. The Annina had been invented just in time. I knew how efficacious that block of ice placed on her chest could be. More was necessary to tame that heart! Before tearing, it had degenerated, but why had it degenerated? Before the strain tore it, she had evidently managed to degenerate it. It was not a fatty degeneration. It was the first time I found myself more deluded than even Dr. I continued to cry! If I had had sincere pain at that moment, even hearing my mother crying and afraid of damaging her with an overly lively emotion, I could have pretended and calmed myself down.

But instead I continued to cry until Dr. Do you wish to kill your mother? Ci voleva altro per domare quel cuore! Sta bene! Era escluso che si trattasse di una degenerazione grassa. Singhiozzavo sempre! Volete dunque uccidere vostra madre? La mia vita ridotta dal potente moderatore non bastava che a tener lucido il mio cervello e a mala pena il sentimento di me e per me. Invece ora mi mancava il dolore persino assistendo alla rappresentazione di quello che, vicino o lontano, era pure il mio destino. La previsione della morte esisteva allora in me soltanto quale la conclusione di un sillogismo Ricordo che assursi a mio giudice.

Risposi schiettamente a me stesso che gli avrei dato del cane! I hugged my mother telling her, smiling, I was so moved to hear her declare that she was about to die. There was no doubt! The Annina obscured the emotions and pain in my organism. Was it not predicted that it would decrease attrition? Being a sane individual, but not one of the strongest, I have always noted the trait of rapid combustion in my organism. Actually, I always had warm hands and an exuberance of emotions that made me suffer when I saw an animal suffer.

Now, instead, I lacked pain even when present to the representation of what, near or far, was also my destiny. The prevision of death existed in me then only as the conclusion of a syllogism…perhaps even that was wrong. And yet, this indifference was unmatched by a feeling of deca- dence not dissimilar from what a person must feel when they suc- cumb to a discouraging vice.

I reminisced about my altruistic past as now an unattainable feat for me. Again: lucid brain and clouded emotion. As soon as I was alone with my mother, I immediately as- sailed her. I had to find a way to suggest the Annina cure without agitating her too much. I began by telling her that I felt very well despite the fact that the previous evening I injected myself with the Annina. Then I told her all about my adventures through the night and she listened with great pleasure.

It seemed that for a few moments she even forgot about her terrible state. I told her that her heart was likely to tear and that she must be careful not to get agitated or make any abrupt movements. The threat of aneurism only subsisted in her due to the excess of life. Poi le raccontai tutte le mie avventure della notte ed essa le ascolto con grande piacere. Mi parve che per istanti dimenticasse persino la sua terribile posizione.

In conclusione mi disse: - Tu sei un eroe, tu! Poi le parlai con cautela del suo male. Oggi io so con sicurezza quasi matematica che mia madre era condannata a morire in brevi ore. Ma io giuocai in modo indegno con la vita di mia madre. Forse essa ne sarebbe stata spaventata e avrebbe ri- fiutato il mio farmaco. Do it! I thank the heavens that my illness offers you the occa- sion to perform a very decisive experiment!

I have to stop writing occasionally to find relief in crying. I did not kill my mother, but I was saved from the crime only by chance. Today, I know with almost mathematical assurance that my mother was condemned to die very shortly. Clementi himself confirmed that he only spoke of the operation to provide a hopeful word.

My remorse is greater because of the fact that I had deceived her in order to convince her to try the Annina. Perhaps she would have been too afraid and would refuse my drug. With a steady hand, I injected it into her.

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That eye became so mild, it stared at Clementi and then at me, restless and supplicant. She immediately quieted down in an immobility that seemed to herald sleep. While she quieted down, I became more agitated. Although I had decreased the dosage, it could very well induce an attack. If it were to assume violent forms, she would quickly die and my experiment would be finished.

My heart beat wildly! But not yet for my mother. Now my exposition becomes even more inchoate than before. I was struck by the same symptoms: an agitation that took my breath away and, in my ear, outbursts which seemed like they were smashing my eardrum. Afraid of losing my senses, I had to abandon my mother. I crept away on tip-toes. Before closing the door behind me, I checked to make sure mother was not aware I had left. Se questa avesse assunte delle forme violente, essa avrebbe preceduto di poco la morte e la mia esperienza sarebbe stata finita.

Mi batteva il cuore! Ma non ancora per mia madre. Dovetti ab- bandonare mia madre temendo di perdere i sensi. Uscii sulle punte dei piedi. Corsi al mio letto. Tanto ero intento a studiare la cosa importante che in me avveniva. Ma non perdetti i sensi. Subito dopo mi sentii pervaso da un dolce tepore e godetti di un benessere intenso, inaspettato. Ora lo capivo dal fatto che io entravo in una conva- lescenza rapida quasi violenta. Mi fermai in seguito ad un vivo dolore al pollice della mano destra. Andai alla finestra per veder meglio e capire come una tale piccola ferita potesse dolere tanto intensamente.

Osservai subito che per essere stata fatta la sera in- nanzi, la ferita era arrossata pochissimo. Trovai ancora confitta in essa una piccola scheggia di vetro che levai. I was so intent on studying the crucial event happening within me. I was sweating like after a hot bath and the agitation became less violent.

Immediately thereafter, a gentle warmth and an intense, unexpected feeling of well-being permeated through me. Up until now I had not told myself that the state the Annina put me in was the same as with a disease. Now I understood that it was, because I entered into an almost violent convalescence. I felt a strong action in my head, a reparative action which I thought must resemble the cleansing process that happens during mild forms of a cerebral hemorrhage.

Well then, had I injected a new disease into my mother? I remembered mother and her near-demise, and I forgot about the Annina for a moment. I started crying and sob- bing like a baby. The sudden pain was so sharp that the outburst of tears and sobs was not consoling, and I thrashed amok on that bed. After a sharp pain on my right-hand thumb, I stopped. The wound from the shards of the smashed thermometer the night before was the cause.

I went to the window to get a better look and to understand how such a small wound could hurt so intensely. I immediately saw that the wound was not very red even though it had happened the night before. I found a small shard of glass still lodged inside, which I removed. I could verify that from the time I had felt the pain, some metamorphosis must have taken place in the wound. And this metamorphosis still continued before my own eyes. It was evident! It inflamed and its small lips swelled up.

I was crushed! All of a sudden, that excess of life I wanted to eliminate proved to be necessary. Rather, it was wasted until an extraordinary job of reparation was necessary, but when it was necessary, it threatened only danger: that that excess of life proved insufficient. I wept like a baby, I wept for my discovery and for my mother. Era evidente!

Ne fui schiacciato! Piansi come un bambino, piansi per la mia scoperta e per mia madre. Ritornai a mia madre dopo di essermi ricomposto quanto potevo. Mi sedetti accanto al suo letto, presi una sua mano nelle mie e lungamente la baciai. Con un piccolo movimento brusco e sdegnoso mia madre sot- trasse la sua mano ai miei baci: — Mi secchi! Trasalii ferito. Provai un avvilimento e un dolore che mi fecero gemere. In risposta essa non ebbe che dei segni di fastidio. Le restai accanto fino alla sera.